Fuertaventura: Day 2
Woke up to a gorgeous day.
Took a walk on the beach - which was nude and very disconcerting. Now I know where all of the cleavage women from last night spend their days. Poor Aaron has had his fill of old lady boobs - and I of super skinny or super fat old man parts. We decided that by the time you’re that age, you just must not give a shit.
For example:
“Look at me…I’m playing bocce. My lady friend is completely nude,
but I decided to put on a shirt so my chest and back won’t get burned…never mind
the flopping in my nether region as I toss the ball on my turn.
“Look at me…I’m bending over to pick up my drink. Yup, that’s my brown eye.”
“Look at me…I’m just bouncing along at the water line with my sweetheart.
I DO see you staring through those sunglasses.”
And finally, completely unrelated to nudity,
“Screw you, skin cancer. I got this far in life as a bronze
babe…I’m NOT going back now.”
Though nude beach did open up some interesting conversation.
Topics of discussion:
- If you can be nude on the beach, can you have sex on the beach?
- Are the people who are nude frustrated with the people who aren’t?
- Is there an age limit? Because nekkid 14-year old girls are just all sorts of wrong…especially with all of the old dudes hanging out nude.
- What do you wear to the nude beach? Clearly you don’t need a bathing suit.
- Can you pop into the supermarket to get something while fully unclothed? And if not fully unclothed, what about topless?
- Can you be nude at the hotel pool?
It really was fodder for hours.
The nudies got me to thinking though, because there were quite a few women who were topless only, and their accompanying males were dressed in proper beach wear. If beaches were bottomless only instead of topless or nude, I don’t think you’d see as many men hanging out there (tee hee) - unless you’re butt man, I guess.
I honestly think everyone’s in it for the boobs. (Some) Women want to show ‘em. (All straight) Men want to see ‘em. It works out well the way it is. I do like to imagine what might take place if they took away topless, though. Men everywhere would be out picketing with “Wheeeere’s the Boob?” And “Give me nipples, or give me death!” signs.
Regardless, I don’t think my National Geographic Post - Breastfeeding Baby Boobs will be making an appearance. And if I were a guy? There’s no way you’d get me out there without clothes on. One glimpse of well toned flesh (though one doesn’t have to worry about that here) and like Aaron said, “I’d have a nasty sunburn on my back.”
That said, I think it’s great that it’s an option. Perhaps there will
come a time that freedom from clothing outside in the gritty sand where other
people are allowed to wear clothes -or not - is important to me. At
least I know where to go.
The afternoon was really relaxing. I took a nap and AJ read. We went
down by the pool later this afternoon but it was a bit cloudy, so it
was chillier than we thought.
I was quite pleased with the pool area as one of the bartenders took a
liking to me. He was cute and young and I’m pretty sure there was
actually some flirting going on, but I can’t be certain since I only
know how Aaron flirts these days. He may have just been trying to be
helpful but he mixed me a very strong drink…he probably does it for
everyone. Of course the drink tasted awful, so I threw it away and we
headed in to the lobby bar to relax in the warmth.
We ate a late dinner and went back to the bar to sit and watch people.
An older Danish couple asked to sit with us and we obliged. Aaron
struck up a conversation with them and we chatted a bit until their
customer service rep from the travel company came to see if they’d
received their luggage…after 5 days of waiting. We got talking to
him and he joined us. It is always interesting to hear how other
people view the U.S. Basically what it comes down to is that everyone
thinks we are the dumbest people for re-electing George Bush.
They all understand that the first time was a mistake. But we brought
it upon ourselves by re-electing him.
Obviously the conversation was in our favor since A and I seriously
considered moving to Canada to get away from him after he was
re-elected. Fortunately we got out another way. 
Kristian had been to the Carnival last night and was planning to go
again. A and I were interested, so he brought his laptop down to
show us pictures of him in drag after being pulled on stage to be part
of the show. I have to say, he looked good…even with the goatee.
He waited for us and we went with him to check it out. I think he was
just thrilled to have someone under 60 to hang out with for a change.
Turns out I am a good 13 years older than he is, but he guessed I was
32. (Only because we have kids, of course…he would have guessed 28 if
we didn’t have kids. What a sweetheart.)
The carnival was fascinating. People were all dressed in costumes.
One guy was a Nintendo DS. Another group of people were dressed in
white, wearing large plastic garbage bags. They carried around VISA
cards and every so often they dumped flour on the floor and pushed it
into a few lines using their VISAs.
If you haven’t figured it out yet, they were cocaine.
We watched some fireworks, saw some folks riding mechanical bulls that
moved in time to the music on a carnie ride called TEXAS, and then we
caught a cab back around 2.
That’s two A to the M.
Oh well, no one is waking me up tomorrow. I don’t care if we miss
breakfast. I’m going to take it easy, stay off of my feet, and give my
flip flop foot (what you get when you wear flip flops for the first
time in a season and the skin between your big and next toe isn’t
calloused yet.) a break.
Maybe I’m too old for all of this.
Nah…just out of practice.
