I finally did it! Yes, the blog is new. After quite a few pokes and prods from North America to get my butt in gear and start a blog so I can better chronicle our journey, I happened upon WordPress. Apparently, the WordPress platform is amazing so I’m excited to see where it takes little old me.
For those of you who can remember my last post about European beachwear, I noted that I would have to put aside the great old North American insecurity so I could blend in. Well, after forgetting my go-to board shorts in Belgrade, I was left with a string bikini in Bor. Yesterday, it was 36°C and the girls really wanted to go to the pool. First, the girls have never heard me say anything negative about myself (even if I feel it), because I know they’re looking up to me. I don’t want them to grow up thinking they’re nothing less than perfect. Even when I put make up on, I explain that it’s not to make me look better but because (get this), all of my make up has SPF in it and it’s important to protect your skin from the sun. From my mascara to my blush, I put it on because it protects my skin. Itty bitty white lie, but it works.
On to the pool.
We go to the Bor Sports Center and there are 2 massive outdoor pools. An adult pool (deep), and a children’s pool with 2 water slides. It costs us $4.50 Canadian, total, to get in. The kids are instantly happy. We set up some towels on the concrete as there are no beach chairs or grass, just a cafe (of course), so you can get your Turkish coffee and gelato fix.
The girls splash their way in and I timidly take off my beach shirt, revealing a small bikini. The thing is…..no one cared except me. Every woman had the same small bikini, regardless of size. Every man wore speedos. Some young girls, even up to Rebekah’s age (10), were topless, as it wasn’t considered a big deal if they swam without tops on. All in all, we had a great time. We soaked in the sun, splashed in the pool and enjoyed poolside gelato and coffee. The only dent in the afternoon, if you could call it that, was whenever someone would light a cigarette. None of us are used to the smoke here and I hope we never get used to it. Still, it was a beautiful day.