It’s amazing sometimes how something as simple as a brief holiday or getaway can recharge your batteries or help you realise your own self-confidence.
That’s what happened to me on my recent trip to Gran Canaria, staying in the Playa des Ingles/Maspalomas areas.
For me, this was my first real holiday in close to 3 years.. and by that I mean my first time abroad in that time. I’ve done the occasional weekends in Brighton, Manchester or Edinburgh, but for some reason I still yearned for an adventure abroad.
And what an adventure it was.
It was a bit scary to going holiday alone, but it wasn’t the first time. Although before was usually to stay with someone in that city after chatting online for awhile or meeting in person in London.
This was the first time in about 5 or 6 years that I’d gone away totally alone. A Spanish mate of mine was going to be there around the same time, but we barely saw each other over the week. Too bad, but it was good as it pushed me to actually get out there and meet people, which I did.
Also, instead of getting a hotel room or staying in one of the resorts, I’d rented a fully fitted one bedroom apartment through AirBnB. It was perfect – quiet, with a kitchenette and a little balcony, and was a 5 minute walk from where all the bars were.
From the moment I landed, I could feel the difference in the air.. Somehow, the place seem super-charged sexually and you could feel how laid back everyone there was.
I easily absorbed this vibe and found myself more relaxed and confident with myself than ever before. I even went out wearing a shirt completely unbuttoned, meaning anyone could see my belly and chest hair. And for a shy guy with body issues like me, that was an accomplishment!
In fact, I was so relaxed that between the beach and the apartment, I was basically naked all week. I’d even rigged a bit of cover on the balcony so I could sit out there naked, day or night, without anyone being able to see (much).
The relaxed atmosphere carried on to the beach. Everyone seemed chilled, friendly, and didn’t give a damn what you looked like naked. Or at least that was my perception of it.
I’m normally quite shy when on a nude beach, never standing up or walking around naked, and usually getting dressed while laying down.
Instead, I found myself not really giving a shit if anyone looked at me, and found myself standing up, walking around, and even going down to the water’s edge to go swimming in the ocean.. which meant walking through the clothed people walking along the beach.
And oh my god.. the feeling of being naked in the sea was absolutely amazing! This was my first time swimming in the ocean ever, and I had to keep pinching myself to remember that this was a reality, not just some dream.
I had a surreal moment while swimming in the ocean – I pinched myself when I realised that here I was, just a regular guy from small town Canada, swimming in the Atlantic Ocean, on a small Spanish island off the coast of Morocco. Was totally an ‘oh my god, this is actually real’ moment. Lol
Now as for the men… all I seemed to meet were Italians!! LOL I know I totally have a type and all, but that was just too funny… not that I was complaining, as they were all super sexy guys. 😉
At one point on the beach, I was laying down on a sun-bed reading when I realised that I was on a Spanish island and the only language I could hear spoken around me was Italian. Hahaha
In the end, this holiday was exactly what I needed. I felt refreshed, confident, relaxed, sun-kissed, and more comfortable in my skin that I’d been in years. I just need to keep that feeling going now that I’m back in London.. especially with all the crap going on with work (more on that later).
For now, I’ll just revel in all my wonderful memories of my week on the Island and all the fun I had while there.. and start planning for a return trip soon, possibly in the Spring. 😉