There is a level of comfort and camaraderie in being with your fellow non-judgmental nudists that is hard to describe. I doubt that I referred to myself as a nudist in those early days. But the freedom of swimming, sunning and playing sand volleyball clothing-free had a freeing effect on my body and soul.
Mike and I began exploring other locales. If Florida had nude friendly beaches, who else does? Where else and how else could we experience social nudism? The French side of St. Martin had popped up a time or two in our conversations with fellow beach goers…hmmm.
Our 25th wedding anniversary was approaching and we began considering options. The answer was a no-brainer for us.
Oh my goodness. I will never forget our joy and excitement at the scene playing out before our eyes that November. We donned little wraps and walked hand in hand down to the beautiful blue Orient Bay. And there it was. Social nudism at its finest and perfect self.
Moms, dads, grandmas, grandpas, children of all ages…swimming, laughing, sunning and dining out under tiki huts. Everyone nude, everyone happy. We felt like we were home.
If you’re reading this, perhaps that feeling of “home” is among other nudists. Just something to consider!
Warmly,
Kathy (Avatan Member)