The first two days we were in Italy, we spent in Venice. Venice is lovely, as always. We were very tired when we finally got to our hotel on Wednesday. We had to spend some time just finding the hotel. Nothing is easy to find in that city, as the streets wind around small canals. We crossed many bridges, and just when we found the street, it came to a dead end. It did take up again on the other side of a small canal. You would think I would be used to getting lost in Venice, as I have done that so many times.
I have a thing for nudist resorts. I like to visit them. I like to write about them. And I know it’s going to shock you, but I’m neither a hippy or a sex addict.
Naturism can be elegant, provocative and yes, a powerful aphrodisiac. But if you’re like most people and have “thigh hopes” scaring you away, the naked truth is freeing. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and looking good naked is easier when you see we all have not-so-perfect bodies.
Welcome to Labrys Wilderness Resort, peacefully situated on a small spring-fed lake at the south end of Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore, just half an hour from Traverse City and within walking distance of Lake Michigan.
The land is mostly oak and pine forest. There is a hot tub (under the stars), picnic area, beach with fire pit and dock. Kayaks and a rowboat are available for your use. Located across the road from a hiking trail — walk in the woods, hike or ski to Lake Michigan. Miles of deserted sandy beach await you at the end of the trail.
Four distinctive rustic cabins spread among the grounds are secluded for a feeling of privacy. All of the cabins come with completely furnished kitchens, a half bath, and have one or two bedrooms with double beds.
A recent stay at a hotel in Buffalo opened my eyes about hotel safety issues. After checking in, taking the elevator to my floor, I opened up the door to my assigned room only to find someone else’s belongings scattered across the bed. I closed the door and retreated to the front desk for another room assignment. The person at the front desk told me there’d be been a mix-up and apologized. But her explanation left me with more questions. How could this have happened? Don’t hotels have a bullet-proof process in place to prevent this kind of thing from happening? While I’m grateful the occupant of my first room wasn’t in residence when I entered, I began to think of what I’d do if role had been reversed. What if someone entered my room while I was in the shower – or worse, just emerging from the shower? What if I wasn’t there and the unexpected guest decided to rifle though my belongings? What if? As a woman who travels alone a lot, I take hotel safety very seriously. Needless to say, my sleep that night was restless. Not only did I not feel safe, I felt my concerns were dismissed far too quickly by the hotel staff.