David shamed me into buying a bikini (not cool for someone with body shame issues!).
Now it's three weeks later and I'm a fifty year old woman running around the beach in a skimpy two piece. My body is tanned and exposed in places not seen since I was a girl.
The Spanish, and other Europeans, are different. On many beaches 85% of the women are topless. There is a comfort in their bodies I'm not all together familiar with. But I've come to love it. All ages, shapes and sizes swim, laze, walk, and just generally live, seeming to enjoy their bodies much more than we do in the states. Men and women. There is no judgement, and the pleasure of lying about in the sun seems to trump any concern about skin damage.
As for sailing, we see a lot of naked sailing Germans. I give them what I give everybody: my "friendly American" wave. (Of course they don't know I'm American; the boat is flagged from the U.K.) I'd say 90% of people on boats give me a wave back. But I have to go first, about 95% of the time. This goes for the many British we see, and also the French, German and Spanish we encounter. Clothed or not.
Once in a while I'd like to give my friendly American middle finger to the fancy, three story powerboats that like to side up next to us then leave us bobbing in their wakes. Show-offs.
Speaking of bodies, mine has never been healthier. The adrenaline and cortisol I was running on at work have barely seen any action here, giving my adrenals and other organs a needed rest. I'm getting more sleep than any other time in my life (and that's good, for me), my hair seems to have stopped falling out, my skin is better, and my period, gone for well over a year, has returned with regularity. David reminded me that I haven't used my inhaler at all either, and that I'm stronger and faster after all the hill climbing we do.
Tempting fate again.