I didn’t recognize this as a “goal”  initially, but I guess there is something to be said about foreign countries and what they bring out in me.   A few years back on a spontaneous whim I booked  a flight to Spain on a Wednesday and flew out that weekend.  Talk about last minute!  That was me.  I had no set itinerary so I quickly began researching what to do and  things to see.   My travels led me to Southern Spain, a coastal town called Malaga, that’s the southern  most largest town in Europe.     It was random that I picked this location.  The weather was warm and I was all about a beach.  If I went abroad there had to be a beach nearby.   About the beach..  I’m going to pause and just throw out the word Playa De Nudista.   I’ll come back to that in a bit.

    Overall I didn’t care for the area (although the architecture was gorgeous )or better yet the food.  While I had no expectations.. the food was mostly fried and seemed to be geared toward the British and Irish with pubs everywhere.   Not being a heavy fried food eater I wasn’t happy and the flavor was a bit off.  By all means don’t let my opinion dissuade you about the area.  I met some really cool people while I was there.    During my stay I also took the Ferry and visited the Rock Of Gilbraltar which was quite interesting from a history perspective.  How many people can say they saw the ROCK?  ☺   Malaga is also close enough to do a quick skirt over to Africa (Tangier/Morocco).  Oh the food there is DELICIOUS.

Getting back to the Playa De Nudista, which incidently means NUDE BEACH.   I decided I was going to find the beach and I was going all in.  I think I was about 38 or 39 at the time.  I to this day don’t know why I felt the desire so strongly to go nude in public?  I tell you it’s the Ocean water or something.    I headed out on this day with one goal.  Find the beach and GO FOR IT.

Here’s how it went down.   I discovered the beach which was for obvious reasons neatly tucked away and off the beaten path.   There for the most part was no one that looked like me around or in town that I had seen, with the exception of the African girl who lived in Switzerland and was on vacay.  We connected and hung out a few days.    I approach the spot cautiously and apprehensive as all eyes seemed to be on me, and I wasn’t even naked yet.  It wasn’t eyes like Ohhh she’s so beautiful , just eyes like wow a Black woman.   The demographic at the beach was mostly older white males and females.  Same sex couples and singles.    I eyeball  a spot perfect for me.  I sit there and ponder for a while do I really want to do this?  Then I think…  YOLO and found comfort in the fact that even if “they” judged me, I didn’t know these people, so it didn’t matter.   With that I start to slowly take an item off at a time, until I’m down to my bathing suit top and bottom.  I slowly take the top off and do a slight turn of my head just to get a feel for who was watching or not.  Okay, the top is off ( nothing out of the ordinary there), as most Europeans go topless.  I sit there for a while hoping to blend in and get settled in my spirit with taking my bottoms off.   Once I mustered up the nerve the bottoms were off.   I was now establishing a pattern.  Garment off, sit and ponder, next item, sit and ponder, repeat as often as need be).  Now that I’m completely nude it’s time to do the Raquel Welch run for the water.  Would I walk, run or just try to act cool like I do this all the time?    I opt to just run for it and that’s exactly what I did.  I got up and playfully ran into the water.  WOW.. talk about a freeing experience!!   I played around in the water for a bit (part of my “I’m a cool girl” approach), before coming back to my little space on the sand where I put my bottoms back on, laid out topless for a bit then gathered my belongings  and proudly sashayed along the beach topless.    I can now check Nude beach off the TODO/Bucket List.    I’m just a girl living her best life and enjoying the experiences that come with it.