April 16: I Remain Clothed

Hey. It’s Easter Sunday. I’m being a bit less of a baby about the language barrier and the aloneness thing. I spent the day at the beach today and it was real nice. I still have no friends to speak of and am a sad, wandering woman. But sunny beaches help.

I wandered into nudist beach territory yesterday. I wasn’t that scandalized. It’s actually so natural that it got to the point that I was embarrassed having my clothes on. It seemed like I was the only one clothed. And the nudist beach was seeming to stretch on for miles. It’s not like half way through in this wide open plain of sand I can suddenly strip off my clothes and go nude. So, feeling increasingly awkward or like a tourist creep trying to get an eyefull, I go in from the beach to where the apartments and shops are: and it’s a nudist town!! Or vacation village or something. Now that was weird! There was like this fifty year old man walking across the street with nothing but his shoes on to deliver a letter. In the café, people were sitting at the tables naked or just with t-shirts on. Woah. Don’t know how much I’d want to do that. Think of how unsanitary those benches are. All I can say is good thing I had sunglasses with me.