Wow! I can’t believe that I actually agreed to visit a nude beach. (To be fair, I did not know I was coming here when I agreed to board the boat.)
When I arrived, I was angry. I could not believe that the most beautiful part of the resort was the nude beach. I so wanted to run out on the boat to the island that looked so beautiful, but I had NO intention of losing my clothes to see the great view.
After much talking, I convinced my companion that I needed to visit that island for my blog. I entered the island with much reservation and worry. I spent about an hour slathering myself in sunscreen wearing a two pieced suit, but soon, I needed a drink.
I saw a swim up bar at the pool and reaized I needed to disrobe to get attention. I was terrified, and embarrassed, but I decided that naked was not that bad.
When I walked into the pool, I was red with embarrassment, but I decide to have some fun. I sidled up to the bar and ordered a martini. Within minutes, I had new friends who wanted to chat. They introduced me to all the people on the island and then suggested I visit the next day as a “real islander.”
I went back and realized that the nude beach has nothing to do with nudity and everything to do with relaxation. We just hang out (literally) and did whatever made us happy.
I miss my island now. Wish I could be there relaxing>>> More to come>>>
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