Day 155: I’m in a fog; I’m naked next to a girl
              01/04/08 08:00 PM Filed in: Austria
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              Day 155
              — I’m in a fog; I’m naked next to a girl
              
04-January-1972 (Dienstag—Tue.)
              
              
                
              I’m in a
              fog today. Literally. As I don’t want to ski off of a
              cliff, I decided to spend the whole day with the ski
              class. I talk about money a bit.
              
              
Oh, and one of my fantasies almost comes to life—standing naked next to a beautiful girl in a white nurse's outfit, next to a sign that says “Massage.”
              
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          04-January-1972 (Dienstag—Tue.)
              Oh, and one of my fantasies almost comes to life—standing naked next to a beautiful girl in a white nurse's outfit, next to a sign that says “Massage.”
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            Day 140: Skiing; Elisabeth; naked men in a sauna
              12/20/07 08:00 PM Filed in: Austria
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              Day 140
              — Skiing, Elisabeth, naked men in a sauna
              
20-December-1971 (Mon.)
              
                
              I have an
              extremely long journal post today. Why? I love
              Innsbruck. It was an incredible fun-filled day. From
              rain in Innsbruck to snow in Seegrube, to the extreme
              but pleasant torture of an Innsbruck health
              spa—complete with sauna, cold bath, hot and cold foot
              and body baths, and naked men in saunas.
              
              
There is only one Austrian in my ski class. She is a good-looking Austrian girl, Elisabeth. She becomes my skiing partner and a welcomed source of information on Innsbruck. When I said, “Where can I run around naked with a bunch of old men?,” she was right there pointing me to the health spa. Only kidding.
              
              
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          20-December-1971 (Mon.)
              There is only one Austrian in my ski class. She is a good-looking Austrian girl, Elisabeth. She becomes my skiing partner and a welcomed source of information on Innsbruck. When I said, “Where can I run around naked with a bunch of old men?,” she was right there pointing me to the health spa. Only kidding.
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