At the peninsula point, a short walk THROUGH THE WATER to the next Island of Espalmador, gives you additional options.
All shapes and sizes |
And oh, did I mention nudism is casually a part of the traditions here.
Of course the Mediterranean and Europeans are a bit more casual about all around tanning than stateside, but this was about as nude as one can get without taking off their jewelry. Gulp.
Crossing to Espalmador |
The mud pit |
Like a water hole in the middle of Africa where animals gather, human strangers met and lathered up with clay so dense that once you covered the skin with it you could hardly determine if you had clothing on or not. Well, most parts. And the outcome was laughing. It crossed all barriers of language, we looked ridiculous and knew it. Once covered, a long walk along the path thru the brush and back to the beach allowed the mud to start drying and turn a “The Incredible Hulk” color green-gray.
Talk about a facial treatment.
Doing my hair was a mistake. It dehydrated all moisture and left me a wonderful broomstick blond. Nothing a deep conditioner can’t fix…and since Italy in April, I HAVE learned the difference in languages between buying conditioner and body lotion.
Monuments |
Field of Monuments |
Crossing back to Espalmador |
Shades of Blue |
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