Some things just demand to be shared. Giancarlo was not as amused as I was about this restroom at a private beach in Termoli, Italy. Of course, he was the one who had to explain these photos to our son.
I was sniggering so much I could hardly pee.
I just couldn't help but wonder whose idea this was. The owner?
Perhaps the owner's son?
Or one of the male employees?
Or even one of the beach patrons?
In any case, it seems like a commentary on the ego and sense of humor of many Italian men.
There was an innumerable amount of men checking Amelia out throughout the trip. Amelia is very pretty. Of course men would admire her grace. She has a sort of old Hollywood poise about her, and I'm certain that guys look at her wherever she goes. But Italian men have no tact or shame! They are blatant in their admiration. They stare with wide, unwavering stares up and down, up and down, and you can just see what is going on in their heads as they visually undress your daughter. I'm a very liberal person but it gave me creeps and it gave Amelia the creeps, too. She commented how she especially didn't like it when they leered at her with me walking right next to her.
I'm all for open sexual expression as long as it isn't hurting anyone and it is done appropriately. But come on! Who teaches them to act his way in their culture? Their mothers? Each other?
Well...watch for part 2 of this post in which I manage to perfectly capture the overconfident sexuality of Italian men and actually become a little hot bothered while doing it.