While I have no objection to the male genitalia, I also like to enjoy my ice cream sans nuts. Positioned quite comfortably on my beach towel, I simply turned my head to find another view when I locked eyes with a woman breastfeeding in the shallow end. Yup, two massive, veiny boobs and a baby sucking away right in the middle of an intense game of water tag.
|Shocking, I know|
Now Switzerland, riddle me this: it's considered rude to mow our lawns on Sundays, but we're ok with boobs and balls joining our family swim?
What's that, readers? You heard another faint scream from that seashell on your dresser? Yup, that would be me at the market, trying to comprehend why this little boy is eating the crushed ice from the raw fish display. He is literally grabbing handfuls of blood-tinged ice and sucking each morsel with glee while his mother looks on with indifference.
Perhaps I am just an over-observant American, but I can't help but want to make a scene. Lady, your son is feasting on bacteria-ridden ice and fish guts. I hate to break it to your free spirit, but that ain't sushi!
Ok, deep breath. Rant over for the day. It's simply impossible not to recognize cultural differences with every European step I take. They love their food raw and their bodies rawer.