Nudist Women & Teens
Nudist Beach Walks Around The Mediterranean
EVERY OTHER SUMMER OUR CORRESPONDENT GOES FOR A LONG WALK TO CAPTURE THE EUROPEAN NUDIST SCENE
I view life as a spiritual craft, its fuel being heavenly truths. Where to find them? Though I'm agnostic, I do think Jesus, being a carpenter, hit the nail on the head, so to speak: "The Kingdom of God is upon Earth, but men do not see it." That also happens to be Buddhism in a nutshell.
The point is, Heaven is on Earth, and its beauty is everywhere, if you know where and how to look. One can't see beauty if in their hearts they are covetous, lustful or greedy. To those* who suffer these afflictions, beauty is unsettling unless they can own it; if they can't own it, they're filled with unmet desires, and desire - as any Buddhist will tell you, is the root cause of suffering in life.
But you didn't come here for a lecture.
Heaven Is A Nudist Beach
Every other summer I make a grand tour of nudist beaches around the Mediterranean. You could call it a photo safari with the object of capturing female beauty, but it's more than that. It's a way of recharging my soul. To me, nude female beauty is the singular most potent heavenly truth there is. It's undeniable, unless, I suppose, you're not a heterosexual male. Our evolutionary agenda dictates that we men be mesmerized by nubile beauty from the onset of puberty. I have no problem complying with this mandate.
I don't lust after the subjects of my photographs, just as you wouldn't lust after the Mona Lisa, beautiful though it is. I appreciate the beauty. I'm thankful for it. Just as beautiful sunsets can fill you with transcendent euphoria, so can the sight of a naked teen playing on a beach. Just as beautiful sunsets never get boring, nor do pretty women, especially naked pretty women.
I usually begin in north east Spain, meet some Brit friends in Sitges who have a home there, then progress through France along the Med, then onto Italy, usually ending up in Rome where I have another expat friend.
On Playa Els Balmins near Sitges there are always vacationing Brits and Australians, as well as nubile Spanish girls. Walking the beach in the late morning you see the hung-over women from Birmingham or Manchester, lying like naked corpses, recharging from the night before (nights there are very bawdy - I love the Brits). In the afternoon the families appear, and briefly a wholesome atmosphere descends until the recharged Brits begin fueling up for that evening's festivities.
Here the rather pallid Brits contrast with the dark Spanish girls and women who, unlike Northern European women, keep their pubic hair intact.
After a few more nude beaches (and topless ones - they count) in Spain, I'm into France, usually stopping at Cap d'Agde, IIe de Levant and St. Tropez. French women, and especially teens, are my favorite subjects. They seem to glide to the sea with an insouciance only French woman can pull off (American teens are more robust, or perhaps the word is arrogant?), their long limbs gracefully framing their movements. It's a languorous seduction difficult to convey in words.
Though Italy appears to have fewer authorized nude beaches, going topless or nude isn't uncommon along most of the Riviera coastline. Nido dell Aquila and Beach Focene are my regular stops where nudism is officially permitted, both family friendly and well attended. As with Spanish girls, there's something tantalizing about see naked girls from conservative Catholic countries (though generally they're unapproachable, whereas French and German women are).
After three weeks I've exhausted my budget and head back to the states. By then I've uploaded several thousand images, which will keep me until my next trip. The thing about seeing beautiful naked women is, you never reach a point where enough is enough. You always want more, and that's why I keep going back.
Taking pictures and videos is never a problem, perhaps because I'm somewhat discreet. On occasion girls will notice the cameras and happily smile, even ham it up. As a "photo journalist," I have some cred when taking pictures, and I always find new subjects willing to pose (the Spanish girl second from the top of this post even took me home to dinner with her family, then out dancing).
So, whenever I doubt that Heaven truly is on Earth, I go to my hard drive, or recall my trip, or eagerly plan the next visit when I'll see several thousand more beautiful naked women and teens. Of course, Heaven isn't exactly everywhere on Earth. It depends on where and how you look. Carl Nudist Beaches Europe