The naked Dutchman
I've always been a big fan of our southern neighbors. France is a beautiful, multifaceted country. Varied nature, cozy squares, quiet alleys in quiet villages, a pleasant climate... Even the elderly gents in the petanque squares have something charming.
Just like every year, we went looking for a new place to spend our holidays. The children were already a bit bigger, so a swimming pool was a must. Also space to play outside, lots of nature, beautiful views and yet a little private.
That way we ended up on a Dutch site of people who had something to rent in France. We found what we were looking for, at a decent, fair price: on the edge of a quiet village, a private cottage on the estate of the residents, with a shared swimming pool. Ideal.
We were communicating back and forth. They seemed friendly people. We booked the cottage and wrote the deposit neatly. After some mail back and forth, sir noticed that they liked to walk around in their bare. However, if we made a point of it, they took it into account and did the most necessary. They wouldn't have a problem with us walking around naked. Not at their pool, either.
We had rented houses more often, but this we had not experienced before. We decided we were open-minded and had no objection to it. That they didn't have to change their domestic habits for us.
