Wearing Vittori it couldn’t happen

Late June, end of school-year. Our first daughter has finished her first class. Class ceremony when so called certificate would be presented to their parents. Of course in the middle of morning so I needed to take day off. Remembering my first class school end, no ceremonies, we’ve got small booklets with written school assessment. No big deal. But since those times almost two and a half decades have elapsed. School system has changed several times. Now-a-day school certificate aren’t the same, only written words describing what knowledge child has managed to learn. First read sentences, first calculations up to 10. First class pupils aren’t 8 years ones, they’re one year younger. Children are growing up so our worries where are they going to spend holidays. Who will look after them while parents are at work.

My parents invited all family members for a small party to gather together. We sat on the terrace, ate a lot and drank a little less. Adults were solving world problems exchanging our opinions about world crisis, about sport and about weather of course, while children played with balls and balloons on the grass.

My parents had a camper, usually put it in a camp on the coast for two month. It became their second home. My family visited them for a week or so, depending on weather. What is more is too much, few days is nice, after that all human troubles came up. That summer my parents asked us whether it would be ok if our daughter could spend some days with them in their camper. Few days were meant few worries less. It would not be the first time that they took our daughter with them. They came quiet ok together. When ? I asked. First Monday would be perfect. Shouldn’t worry, weather would also serve us, my mother said. Obviously she considered all possible questions and had prepared answers.

We would visit them next weekend. With my partner we were quiet disoriented without our little daily radio. Although we had much of the time to spend for ourselves, honestly our minds were on the coast, with our daughter. We hardly waited when we could go to the coast to check how they were going on. Surely my mother would ring immediately if something went wrong. But no calls no troubles, it seemed.

Finally weekend arrived. We got up early to avoid traffic jams on the highway. To that First summer weekend weather was predicted to be really nice and warm. No troubles on the way. We parked our car outside of the camp, one camping place inside one car beside. No problem for us.

Daddy, daddy, mummy, mummy ! We heard our daughter across the camping area when she saw us walking towards her. Big hugs, never ending hugs. Everything was perfect, my mum said. My dad agreed, they’ve had great time. Perhaps they would extend their holidays for a few days.

Our princess took my hand, jumped into my laps and started were quickly the résumé happenings of the previous week. They hired small boat, so small they all could barely enter into it. My dad took the paddles started to paddle slowly taking all attention on the safety of their two ladies. After few minutes our daughter whispers to my mum. Look granny, our grandpa had some problems, his ‘eggies’ peered out from under his swimsuit, with small laughs they realized, grandpa’s swimsuit was really out of date. Yes, he would need new ones.

When I heard that story, I said to my dad, it would never happen if you wore modern swimsuit. My mum agreed immediately grandpa needed new swimsuit. After coffee break we went to nearest town and bought him new swimsuit of Vittori Swimwear. With design that listens men’s body. Shortly after grandpa wore new swimsuit, we all realized, small “accident” on the boat wouldn’t happen if he would have worn Vittori Swimwear for Men. But still we laughed at my dad and had great time. _DSC4756

 

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