Victor Hugo used to write naked. So here I am! Well, he would have someone hide his clothes so he couldn’t leave the room until he finished writing. I do this for pleasure, on the beach. By chance, I also have the blog app on my phone, so I can jot down a few thoughts. Hugo probably would have liked mobile phones. Maybe even naturism.
Actually, this is where I wanted to get to: naturism. Although I’ve never been to Vama Veche, I’ve heard stories about the nudism practiced there. Naturally, shock and horror—oh my, how could such a thing be possible?!?! Twenty years later, here I am, spending almost all my vacations at nudist beaches.
It all started with the saunas in Austria. In an older post, I wrote about how, at first, the instinct is to scan everything. Because yes, when you come from a modest culture, it seems fascinating to see naked people around you. Later, I realized we’re all the same. Also, practicing nudism on the beach has nothing sexual about it and I was surprised to discover how many exclusively naturist resorts there are in Europe. And how great it is to travel with just a small carry-on bag.
The beach where I am now is mixed. Everyone exposes themselves as they wish. This intrigues me though. If you don't have reservations (cultural, religious, etc.) about public nudity, then...
Bikini off!
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