As the weather report had indicated, there
wasn’t a single cloud in the sky that day. There was just an infinite blue
space, with birds and planes crossing it every so often. The beaches were
packed. There wasn’t even a small place by the showers they could use. Maybe
everyone had thought of the same plan once they had seen the weather report or
maybe it was tradition to escape to the beach every Sunday. After all, the city
was partially dead on those days.
The couple walked along the first beach, the one
closest to the metro station. It was obviously the most agitated one. There
weren’t only a lot of people but there were also a lot of vendors and bars and
women offering massages and even DJ’s blasting music that cut off every single
conversation anyone wanted to have in the area. Besides, you had to really
watch were you walked, unless you wanted to step on somebodies hand and never
hear the end of it.
It was a bit frustrating not to fin a single
space there. They didn’t really want to keep walking but there was no choice.
One of them said that, at least, there were more options. If it had been only
that beach, they wouldn’t have been able to stay at all. A walk could be a good
thing if, after all, they could find what they had come to find. So they kept
on walking, to an area covered with palm trees were people also occupied every
single centimeter there. They used some stairs behind the palms and returned to
the ocean walkway.
There were many people skating and riding
bikes too. One of them thought it should be illegal to ride bikes so close to
may people lying on the ground. He thought it was the most stupid idea there
was but he couldn’t blame the city’s institutions for having to put bicycle
tracks all over the place. There was really a lot of cycling going on, so they
walked a little bit faster, through a flea market and then by a large marina,
filled with very luxurious yachts.
Both could see themselves riding one of those
someday, even without any knowledge of sailing. It seemed like something that
was incredibly exclusive and an indicator of wealth and power. Somehow, and
they agreed on this two, to watch someone on a yacht was very sexy, even if
being in a boat for more than one night was not the most enticing concept ever.
They stood there like lamps, watching men with
white shorts and sunglasses bard their yachts. They would all dress exactly the
same. They both wondered if there was like a rulebook that stated how people
should dress in a yacht. Everyone was wearing white: socks, skirts, pants,
shorts, shirts, shoes,… It was very repetitive.
They moved on to the next beach, just on the
other side of the marina. This one was much larger than the one that was packed
a few blocks back. Besides, this one wasn’t as filled with tourists, which was
a good thing. They were tourists too but they hated to go on those groups,
doing lines with those stupid hats and the leader of the tour with a flag as if
they were all dogs following their owner. A normal tourist always wore the same
thing, would always go to the same places and behave in exactly the same way.
They were two young people and didn’t want to
have anything to do with that. So they dressed a little bit more casually and
had decided to walk around a lot, discovering special places of the city by
themselves and with the help of the map in their phones. That was much more fun
and they could even get lost and discover incredible new places and people, so
they really liked their way better.
Sadly, the second beach was also packed. Not
so many tourists but many locals. The first section of the beach was covered by
three volleyball field where several groups of people were throwing balls at
each other with an incredibly strength. The couple practically ran past they,
as they had always been rather unfortunate with any kind of sport that involved
a ball. Somehow, if they were nearby, the ball would always land on their
heads.
The next section was, oddly enough, occupied
by lots of families with small children. Both of them stepped on, at least, a
dozen of little shovels and buckets and rakes. And the kids that ran around
trying to catch each other would often use them as shields against other kids.
To be honest, it was a very annoying thing specially because they didn’t really
like children. They did enjoy them from time to time, but couldn’t stand them
for more than a few minutes.
So they walked a little faster and then
arrived to the last section of that beach. They were happy to see a spot: it
was closer to the sidewalk than to the ocean, but at least there was a place
for them to finally sit down. Their feet hurt as they were not very used to
walking on warm sand for such long times. It was like a mirage that,
effectively, disappeared almost immediately. Another couple arrived out of nowhere
and sat down on the spot fast, as if they had always been there.
Frustrated, they arrived at a place with no
sand but with a concrete surface. There was some kind of gymnasium there, with
lots of shirtless men showing off their physical attributes. It was a bit
distracting, so they moved on the next beach. On the one side, the beach had
the ocean. On the other side, it had a large sand bank, almost a hill, covered
with trees.
The couple wondered what that was about but
kept on walking, passing an information sign and walking along the sand bank.
This small section by the hill was not as packed as the other beaches. This one
had some spots they could use, several to be honest. It took them some time to
realize what made the beach so special. They found a spot, a big one, just in
front of the ocean. They ran towards it, taking out their towels and putting
them fast on the ground in order to claim the space.
They sat down, a bit tired but also happy they
had finally succeeded. Then, a woman passed in front of them, totally naked. It
wasn’t uncommon to see one going topless. It was actually very common for that
to happen. But full naked? Not so much. They didn’t think much of it as they
checked their bags for food and sunblock. As one of them put some of it all
over arms and face, another naked person passed in front of them. And then
another one.
So they both stood up and took a hard look at
their surroundings. Most people, all adults, men and women, were naked. Totally
naked, without a single piece of clothing on their bodes. Some were sitting on
their towels, reading. Others were trying to tan their bodies with the potent
sunlight of the day. And some walked along the beach, even jumping into the
water as they were.
The couple looked at each other as they sat
down. They didn’t really stop putting on the sunblock or having a bite of some
bread they had brought with them. They just did it more slowly, thinking about
the fact that they were in a nudist beach or at least the nudist section of the
beach. Then, it became obvious that, if they hadn’t found that area, they
wouldn’t have been able to found a spot in which to sit down and enjoyed their
day at the beach.
The two of them had been together for about
two years. They had been intimate several times and had shared their views on
practically every subject they could think about. It wasn’t their first trip
together either, they had done it before at least two other times. They knew
each other well and respected each other in every single aspect. There was
nothing they wouldn’t say or discuss or go into. They were young and open to
the world that they travelled.
So, of course, both of them removed their
shirts and then their pants and then their underwear. They were naked as they applied
sunblock all over their bodies. They helped each other with the back and shared
a big bag of chips they had bought, chili flavored. They decided to tan for a
while first. Later, they hopped into the water. Eventually, they would remember
that day as their favorite of that trip, pictures included.
