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Trips to the past
The joys of leaving your underpants at home
So here’s a funny story. My family was nudist for a time. Ok, pause and get your embarrassed giggles out of the way. We didn’t prance around without clothes all the time but we vacationed in nudist camps…
Pre-honeymoon, 1980
(This is a guest post by Mira Janicijevic, my mother)
A trip, like life, lasts for a time. It has a beginning and end, its ups and downs, good and bad days. You can take a trip alone, but as in life, you may meet someone along the way with whom you will walk part of the way, or stay with until the very end.
