There are really no words to describe the beach in Alicante. Amazingly beautiful, under an 8th century moorish castle and full of people. We feel so lucky to have found this hotel, especially after eight hours of driving with no agenda and limited patience. It was a marriage saver.
How does one describe the scene? Clothing optional just doesn´t seem to do it. There are boobies everywhere. Mother playing in the sand with her child? Topless. Two girls reading OK magazie? Topless. Old lady in retirement? Topless.
It´s like being in a topless bar and not having to pay - says Pat. The double bonus score? When the gals just have a thong on. I mean really, why bother with anything at that point?
We met some Navy guys from San Diego - Santucky actually (what are the odds of that Brooke and Doug?) and these guys were telling us all about it last night. We didn´t believe it. Anyway, needless to say they were right. For all you guys, imagine pretty much naked girls, sitting on eachother, rubbing sunscreen in. Yep...titty overlaod. It´s pretty amazing.
As for me - well, yes...there are some good looking guys here. The Speedos seem to be thankfully relegated to the older generations. Younger guys are wearing more board shorts. But I still find the whole thing entertaining. Really? You are sitting on the beach, by yourself, no top on, eating a sandwich? That´s new to me.
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