Being American, I love to hug, snuggle, cuddle, whatever. But as one of my favorite movies so aptly puts it, “No hugging, dear. I’m British. We only show affection to dogs and horses”*, not all cultures are as huggy as well, me. So why is this important? Well, entering the Blue Grotto in Capri involves very close quarters potentially with strangers.
When the seas are gentle and the Blue Grotto is open, about 20 – 25 row boats are ready outside the grotto waiting to accept passengers from other boats or from those taking the stairs (like moi). Since the physical entry to the grotto itself is fairly small, everyone, including the boatmen have to lay completely flat upon entry and then can pop back up once inside the glittering blue expanse. Fast forward to me and Scube getting in a boat with an Austrian couple in their late 40s.
Knowing we had to lay down I said to the woman, “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, we’ll all be friends here after this experience!” with a huge grin on my face. Her face however was ashen and horrified. She flat out refused to lay on me. She cowered in a small nook on the boat inches from my spread legs and cuddle ready arms and at the last moment tipped her head back to avoid injury. Once inside the grotto, her no touching policy continued. And I get it, not everyone wants to lay on a young, chesty American woman who’s bosom is ready to welcome anyone with open arms in these circumstances, but in the spirit of new experiences, would my breasts have killed her? Or maybe they would have? We will never know.