Picture this: It’s a reserved American girl’s first time going to a sauna at the local gym. She’s prepared for the worst–a hot room full of naked women. False. Upon arriving, she finds that the only sauna there is a shared sauna between men and women. (Inner thoughts: “OK. This really isn’t that bad. At least that guy is getting out. Oh no… he’s getting IN!”) A veeeeery LARGE man then proceeds to remove his speedo, put on the sauna sheet, and enter into the sauna. (“Get a hold of yourself, Kristyna! This is Europe. Pretend to be European!”) She goes into the shower, changes into the sauna towel, takes a gulp, and then walks into the VERY HOT SAUNA. The very large man is sitting right in front of the door, in all of his naked glory. Girl looks up, glad for the heat to hide her tomato-red face, and walks to the opposite corner. She sits down, looks at the wall, closes her eyes, anywhere but at the man. She–obviously–stays covered. Very much like an American girl would in this situation. About five minutes later, the man stands, removes his towel, and stands at the door, probably taking a minute to have some fun causing the girl in the corner to suffer more embarrassment–and then leaves.
Nothing else to say except, WHAT AN EXPERIENCE! I feel as if I have been initiated into the European lifestyle. As soon as I noticed him removing his bathing suit (or lack thereof) in the shower area (which is also shared) outside of the sauna, I averted my eyes… and just in time. Praise God for speed!