Playing at the beach
Staying at a former mango farm surrounded by tamarind, cashew, lime, coconut and other fruit trees we soon found ourselves in one of our favorites locations.
While other might think it’s shocking to stay in a place that is a host to nudist festivals and a nudist beach we settled into our quiet life happily. Finding lots to do that taught us about the surrounding beaches, their history, the wonderful foresight of people who restored the area after a natural disaster and so much more.
Disclaimer : we are not nudist, but originally from Europe where toplessnes is a norm.
Both myself and my husband teach our son that bodies are just bodies. There are no shock seeing any bits on the beach. We call all body parts their proper names and besides that how important is it to take care of yourself.
No one ogled each other. We all came to enjoy the sun, waves and the quiet.
It took our sweet boy three day before he even noticed that some of the sunbathers were naked. Which prompted him to take his swimming trunks and rash guards off and keep boogie boarding. This was short lived, as he declared its more comfortable to do that in swimmies.