A Few More for the Kids in the Back..

I have also learned...

That in order for total, complete, immersed satisfaction, I really only need two things in order to be happy. They are, in no particular order, to be topless at the beach + Mr. Plant, Mr. Page, Mr. Bonham and Mr. Jones.

The beaches here are very "Euro." As in anything goes. And I couldn´t be happier. When asked as to the appeal of laying out sans top, I respond to some affect dealing with the liberation factor. The first few times I´ll admit it was the thrill. Knowing that I was participating in an act that is seriously taboo, not to mention illegal, back in the states. Once you get used to the whole thing, it really just becomes an issue of comfort.

Bras and bikinis are not comfortable. They are in fact the opposite. Restricitive, constraining, pinching, bunching, you name it. To lay in the sun, feet in the sand and arms crossed over the face, well... It doesn´t get much better. Oh, and combine that with a deep in the absolutely crystal blue green Meditteraean and I am curious as to why I have at some points stated I am never coming home.