“Ibernisti”, from the verb ibernare, which can mean either:
i) to hibernate, or
ii) to freeze.
Today, on the Lido, about two dozen foolhardy (or foolish, depending on your point of view) souls took to the waters of the Adriatic.
Many of us were there to cheer these brave mortals on, your intrepid reporter (IR) included. I was in my usual “prepared for the Arctic” gear.
Here is the foot of your IR, in the wet, cold sand of the Lido. Well, not my actual foot, but it’s there, in my boot. I do so much for you, faithful followers.
After a lot of milling about, and some fun entertainment from this talented mime, the swimmers emerged, wearing brave smiles. (And swimming costumes.)
Here are some of the Intrepid Swimmers. Well, they didn’t so much swim as bob a bit, and then emerge from the water, to the cheers of their adoring fans. (Mostly family.)
Although the sun was shining, it was pretty darn cool. The participants were no doubt happy that there was no wind, nor snow.
There was live music, and plenty of freshly prepared food available for the hungry.
But, your IR was off on a different mission. I wanted to see the old Lido Hospital. More on that subject another day.
And, your IR has not forgotten the pissotta tragics in the group. I found a beautiful example today.