Day 71 of #100Daychallenge
The first time I went to a nude beach was in 2006. I was with my partner at the time and we were in New Zealand. We were visiting a WWOOF host on Waiheke island. On the ferry trip over I was reading the Lonely Planet guide and I saw that there was a listed nudist beach. I really wanted to go. I loved it. We went several days in a row at my insistence.
Since then, any time I’m on a beach and I’m expected to cover up, I feel cheated of a freedom I want in my life. Only a few weeks ago, I had a naked dip in the sea in Galway. It’s the most simple of pleasures but it really is a joy.