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There are loads of budget flights to Milan and from there the lake is just a minute drive. Forget the pricey lakeside villas with pools: Each of the modestly priced homes boasts a spectacular view of the lake and a pleasingly modern, comfortable interior. Amid the ancient setting, Wi-Fi and flat screens may seem incongruous but are nevertheless welcome. The company you book it through, Bella Como, is run by two charming English expats, Chris and Lynne Gardner, who know the area inside out and are happy to serve as free-of-charge concierges.

The most popular of the stops remains Bellagio, but it can be a bit overrun these days: Meanwhile, American tourists cram the streets in futile search of a glimpse of the aforementioned Clooney.

But if you climb the steep, cobbled steps that lead up from the lake towards the main shopping streets, you will find the more agreeable environment of Ristorante Bilacus. After lunch, take a stroll through the pretty gardens of Villa Melzi. Five euros gain you entrance to this isolated little spot, where a smattering of locals wile away the days lounging under gazebos, dangling their feet in the warm lake waters and having inexpensive drinks and snacks served to them by the pair of friendly waiters.

Via Comoedia 1, Lenno, Co Tel: There are all sorts of overpriced boat hire companies preying on tourists around the lake. Many of them involve a surly driver giving you a quick zip round the water for the price of a six-course meal. After a one-minute driving lesson, you and up to four friends are your own bosses out on the water, free to go wherever you choose.

Benito Mussolini and his mistress Claretta Petacci were on their way to a safe haven in Switzerland in when they were captured beside Lake Como. Today, macabre tourists have their photo taken beside the commemorative cross that sits outside the building. Persuade the owner to let you have a peek inside: Every grocer in the region stocks Vanini oil, but why not go straight to where they make it, amid beautiful scenery, and pick up a bottle on the cheap?

They might even let you take a sip from the precious, extra-tasty first pressing, straight from the stone mill. Pizzeria Balognett, a modest neighbourhood pizzeria among the residential streets of Tremezzo, is a hidden gem. They do takeaway, too. Le Specialita Lariane is where the fisherman deliver it fresh from the lake, ready to be smoked before your very eyes. Take some back to your apartment to cook on the barbecue. The local primary schools run yearly day-trips here; to Italian kids, this kind of thing trumps Alton Towers any day.

Via Lavedo 18, , Lenno, Co Tel: The Greenway walk, from Colonno to Griante via the pretty villages of Sala Comacina, Ossucio, Lenno and Mezzegra, takes you up and down the hills that engulf the lake, with each bend revealing yet another breathtaking view.

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Camp Lohikan offers their counselors and instructors the opportunity of a lifetime: If you are a responsible and fun, young adult up for the challenge of making a difference in the world, apply to Camp Lohikan! I only have good things to say about working here and cannot stress this enough, if you get the opportunity to work here, do not pass it up! You will likely have the best summer of your life and make friendships that will last a lifetime! Home away from home.

Camp is a magical place to go away and get out of the city. This camp was a great place to meet other people journeying through life. I met people from all over the world. Beautiful area, even better people.

You know what you sign up for with a summer camp If you want to spend your summer hanging out with kids, it's a great option. If you want to actually make money, go somewhere else. My home away from home. I have gone to Lohikan since I was 8 and worked there since and I honestly love it more than any other job. It is a place that allows you to grow and develop skills with working with children. Not to mention the camp environment is amazing.

Really fun to work at and very easy. The job was fun and easy for me because working with people, especially kids, was no problem for me compared to what I do at school when I work with people who are my age. The most enjoyable part of the job was the bonding I had with my campers and my workers, which made time fly and made my stay there very memorable.

A typical day at work. My typical day at work consisted of me taking care of a group around twenty kids ages all day. I was in charge of taking them to meals, taking them to their daily activities and then to any special programs they signed up for at the camp. Along these rolls I also had to keep in contact with the division director for my age group and the director of the camp and let them know how each individual child was doing.

I was also in charge of keeping in contact with parents so they knew their child was happy and okay. It was a good way to learn responsibility and time management.

I am happy it was just my start out job. Very Family Oriented store. Most days i would start my day as the cashier or as the fitting room supervisor. Was my first job I ever occupied so it was interesting to learn how to develop a great work ethic towards work. Learned what a work environment feels like. Hardest part of the job was being able to balance school and work but over time the adjustment became smooth.

This was a sleep away summer camp, where I worked for the Arts and Crafts center and the Volleyball center. It allowed me to work with kids for five weeks. My cabin was twenty-one eleven year old girls.

They got chaotic at times, but it wasn't hard to tame them. The day it self was not bad, I loved working with kids and teaching volleyball. The hardest part was when the girls had boy drama. One German chronicler describes an "Anabaptist sect in the Netherlands about " that "required candidates for admission to appear unclothed before the congregation and thus show that physical desire had no power over them.

Pro-government pamphleteers described the devoted nudists as heretical libertines, lumping them in with Quakers and Puritans and other dissenter sects whose fervor threatened the crown.

Throughout the 18th and 19th centuries, small flocks of Christian nudists would pop up in the English-speaking world, getting blasted as Satanists, mystics, communists. But still they persist. Celebrating Wholeness and Strength in Christian Naturism. The terror of stepping out nude ends like a cliff dive, and I float along in the Lake Como Rec Hall with about 20 other saved and bared souls, stirring at individual styrofoam bowls of Neapolitan ice cream as we introduce ourselves and our scars, growths, wrinkles, stains, and flaps.

All of the others are old hands at nudism and Jesus; most are permanent residents here at the resort or in the nearby clothed environs. We sit down on the chairs, which are covered with towels, in accord with Lake Como's holiest commandment: In our circle are a retired Presbyterian minister and a retired Southern Baptist pastor, several lifelong Christians and a few Johnny-come-latelies like me.

Dan asks us to lower our heads in an opening prayer. My face bowed, penitent and hopeful, I focus chiefly on how bumpy the follicles on my scrotum look when smushed against a white towel. Christ changes your perspective.

The nine o'clock bonfire is canceled due to inclement weather, but we are welcomed to stay in the rec hall for the drum circle, a regular, secular Friday night ritual at the resort. The oldest among God's chosen recede and the rest of us mingle with the preparing percussionists.

Pastor Dan makes a beeline for the palest, loneliest, most out-of-place of God's elect. I steel myself for the conversation. Dan, it turns out, is a bona fide pastor at his Southern Baptist church, which he runs very separately from his nude ministry here. He volunteers that it's been a challenge convincing his wife to join him in "the community," not of Jesus, but of joyful nudity. As we talk, the drum circle sets up and the lights go out, replaced by a few red spotlights.

Twenty barrels and bongos roll and bang; two younger naked women hula-hoop and twirl multicolored light-up balls in time to the rhythm. Dan explains how he came to be a nudist. These wrong ideas included not just false modesty and fear of sinfulness, but insecurity about imperfections. The drum circle suddenly cuts off its beat. They start up again, striving for a 10, led by a wiry ponytailed man in mirrored aviators with the features of Kid Rock and the demeanor of an ecstatic Phish fan.

Low to the ground and beaming up at everyone, he assails two five-gallon drums. Dan discusses the troubling secular past of mainstream naturism, bound up as it's been with new age hippiedom—paganism, to the serious Bible believer.

It is a toxic influence that can taint the nascent flock. Christian naturism must guard against becoming "too liberal"—and by this Dan means both doctrine and politics. One hula-ing woman with particularly supple hips effortlessly rolls her hoop down from there to her knees and back up again. Throughout the performance, denuded resort members poke their heads into the rec hall, notice the still-present folding table of NIV Bibles and inspirational pamphlets, blink, and quietly back out.

A woman enters, enticed by the music, but falters at the table. She leans into me. The retired Baptist minister saunters by, sinewy and slightly bowlegged, his junk dancing slightly.

While Saturday is a sunny pool day for most Lake Como residents, for the naked Christians it is dense with rec hall meetings. The majority of these are led by I. Mac Perry, author of The Bible: He offers a series of sessions that aim to prove the Bible's inerrancy and highlight lesser-known journeys of Christ indicated in the Gospels.

He has set up an overhead projector to facilitate his presentation, using acetate transparencies, like a s high school algebra lesson. Bespectacled and grizzled, wearing nothing but a Butt Hutt denim shirt with the sleeves torn off, he speaks with a soft Dixie lilt that intoxicates his audience, cherry bourbon served on ice by Lindsey Graham. He's not peddling, he explains, because he doesn't actually make any profit on the books; his titles are out of print, so he buys old copies on Amazon to resell to readers, and he makes about what he spends on them now.

Not counting myself, the average age of the audience is about There is a sameness to them, but a stunning and lovely diversity, too, a summit of ribs, spines, nipples, mastectomies, foreskins, and hairs. There's even one set of apparently augmented breasts, belonging to the only woman who also bothers with cherry lipstick and Betty Page bangs and cleanly shaved mons; I later learn she and her husband reside at Caliente but worship here.

She would probably be a hit at Caliente's MILF parties, if her sincere love of the Lord did not enjoin her from attending. The sessions themselves are perfunctory: But I think better of it. After a series of charts showing the topography of Judaea and Jesus' presumptive travel patterns, the sessions devolve into group banter, Bible trivia, and witticisms.

What's the oldest book? Who's the most prominent doctor in Scripture? What is Mary's mother's name? A discussion of the fall of man occasions several attendees to give their personal testimony of faith, a vital part of the evangelical experience.

But here, the naturism is a part of the faith. Their failure was disobedience, the first sin," Perry says. Paul said, 'There is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ. Despite the promised rewards, faith is not easy for this flock. A woman from a Jewish background, who wears a small gold cross and a smaller Magen David around her neck, describes to the group how disappointed her parents were when they learned of her religious conversion. I wonder how her parents reacted to news of her nudism , but I dare not ask.

It's clear at Lake Como that while neighborly friendliness abounds, intimate and searching questions of naked folks—particularly from singles—go over poorly. Perry, high off his triumphal explication of the savior's travels through Capernaum, restores levity with his jokes.

Call Jesus,' and it had a phone number," he says. A couple minutes later, a little Mexican guy named Jesus showed up at my house with a lawnmower. After the lecture, I decide to approach my Bible studies as I approached college: Surely if I undertake my journey with a right mind, God will have my bare back.

Perhaps I'll take a kayak out on the lake, I think as I sun myself on a secluded section of sandy beach. The Things They Carried would be a lot shorter if it took place in a nudist resort.

One need not pack heavily, though sunglasses, hats, bug spray and sunblock are wise. Certainly that's the gear of the recreationalists, the majority of those here, comically slung over red shoulders in knapsacks or above bare crotches in fanny packs.

But for the seekers, the philosophes after some Rousseauian or Emersonian or perhaps zen truth about humanity and its groundedness in nature, the list of belongings is much shorter.

Outside, the completely naked self is perhaps the freakiest naked stranger of all. There's a special clarity even to sin when it's done in plain view of the Lord and your fellow man. Naked self-interest, if still unpardonable, is at least the most honest kind of self-interest. But it's actually hard to be selfish when you're nude among other bare people. Most of what we spend our lives acquiring and protecting, sinning over, simply isn't there. I wonder fleetingly if bagging out on a few of the class sessions, doing my own thing and listening to the poolside singer croon Roger Miller, is the sort of liberal deviationism Dan guards against.

If God likes us natural, what's to stop our naturalizing every whim and impulse? But I can meditate on Scripture as easily here as anywhere, and anyway, a sunbaked Central Florida breeze on your ass feels damned proper. If the Holy Spirit, so often represented as wind and light, is not moving in this brilliant tickle of open air across my loins Which comes first, the nudism or the religion?

In all the naturists I'd met, it seemed, Jesus had come first, whether from a rod in childhood or a bolt in middle age. Nakedness still seemed a latter-day lifestyle choice, albeit one easily reconciled with the faith. Pastor Dan talked at length about seekers in the clubs of Central Florida, but little passed between us about how many finders he'd snagged. I'd gone the other way around. Which left me on the outs again, in an extended but noncommittal flirtation with the trinity, predicated first on my pointyheaded intellectualization of nudity, my romanticization of some posited form of "natural" humanity where work and politics and bills and the ugliness of culture and the worst of people couldn't reach.

Of course, you can't nostalgize your way back into Eden, any more than you can wish yourself back into mama's womb. Adam and Eve partook in the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, and you can't uneat it for them.

When you are naked in this world, no matter how you may strive for some original position of innocence, you are acutely aware of your nudity. The sin is always with us. What better ritual for a Christian to practice than the striving for innocence and the stripping down of culture's secularizing influence?

Nudity even for the nonreligious at Lake Como is an innately nonsexual, or post-sexual, experience. The resort encourages airing out of foreskins and labia, but it bars bathing suits and sexually suggestive clothing. Desexualizing and ritualizing are just what the moralitarians running America's ship of evangelical fools purport to do.

But in the nudists' view, those Christians seem to have confused what's biblically verboten with what's culturally taboo. So you get a manly, muscular Christianity—straight out of Victorian England, with antecedents in Catholicism—that ordains propriety with all the gentleness of a whip-bearing adolescent Taliban footman. All this comes home to me on Sunday at Garden of Eden's worship service, the final evolution of our nude fellowship weekend, where Pastor Dan intones on the acceptance of imperfection in body and thought and speech.

But first, the rituals. Being a nondenominational, all-comers affair, naked church is on the touchy-feely side. We watch a music video to the church's unofficial theme song, a contemporary ditty titled "Days of Elijah," with an interminable refrain about swords and glory.

Then there are the hymns, all simple and modern, discomfiting to an Episcopalian with high church tastes like me, the liturgical equivalent of a High Fidelity record-shop snob: If it's post, it's not a real hymn, it's sappy praise chords. A familiar church dynamic obtains. Men, so eager to shed their clothes and traipse about naked, suddenly grow reluctant to sing the hymns aloud; women, less wanton in nudism, sing loudly and unabashedly. We partake in an informal communion, bits of stale matzo and shot glasses of Manischewitz wine distributed to the tables, and Pastor Dan opens the floor to announcements.

Overnight Summer Camp in Lake Como, Pennsylvania Camp Lohikan has been owned and operated by the Buynak family since For 61 years we have provided a safe, nurturing camp environment where children try new things, learn new skills, make friends, and most of all have FUN! Lake Como Como, nice panoramic view of the lake; Capo Vaticano View of Santa Maria Bay in Capo Vaticano; World Heritage Verona - Juliet's House View on the famous Juliet and Romeo's balcony in Verona; World Heritage Piazza del Popolo - Rome View over Piazza del Popolo, Fontana del Nettuno and the Obelisk of Ramesses II. The first thing everybody at Lake Como Nudist Resort seems to want to tell me is they're not like those creeps over at Caliente, the resort up the street."They're not even nudists," says a nurse.