On our fifth day we ported in St. Martin and it was love at first sight! As we exited the dock the sound of sweet Caribbean music softened our ears and we strolled to the relaxed vibe of the island.
It was our last destination and all we wanted to do was to have fun on the beach with a cold beer and enjoy the sunny breezes of the Caribbean. We booked our excursion to Orient Beach and were shuttled to our destination.
We were warned by one local as we hit the beach on the French side of the island, “On the Dutch side is where you lose your money and on the French side is where you lose your clothes.” We both chuckled as we exited the bus.
It was there we lounged in our beach chairs, splashed in the water, and strolled along the beach.
We knew one part of the beach was au naturel but as we passed the rocks from the clothed area to the nudist. I wasn’t paying attention..
“Are you sure you want to keep going?”
I looked puzzled, “What do you mean?”
“It’s the nudist part!”
“So! What are you scared of a little penis?”
Mr. MBA gave me the look, I chuckled, how bad could it be, a few nude ladies!It’s not like Mr. MBA would ever have a problem with that… Oops! I was wrong! I discovered my first time stepping on the nude beach was men! Lots of old men! Naked! Letting their flamingos all hang out!
They all stood with pride, content to let their birds flap in the breeze, frolic in the ocean, and let it all swing to the Caribbean music. Perhaps, I’m more North American than I like to believe…I blushed, looked straight ahead, and kept walking. I didn’t want to seem prudish by just stepping over the rocks and heading back to the comforts of our bikini beach.
I felt as if I stepped into another persons private world. It was this world in which I was acting as an unwilling to participant lacking in the full freedom of expression that these men seemed to experience in their lack of attire.
Mr. MBA chuckled, “You should take it off!”
“I don’t think so…”
“Why not? When in Rome…”
“I like to give the illusion that my girls stand at attention.”
And with that we headed back to our end of the beach, enjoying another Corona, another splash in the water, and erasing the images of old frolicking birds playing in the ocean.
Would you ever consider taking it off?
