I learned of a very apparent calculation; topless beaches = large amounts of old men. Yes, they stare and gawk like ten-year-old boys.
Maria, Leah, and I even spent a few hours each day naked swimming. I mean, we all got comfortable with one another fast so we ditched the suits...or in my case, threw my suit at Leah's head.
While spotting the topless women on the beach, we all decided that by the end of our year in Spain, we would feel comfortable tanning topless and walking on the beach topless.
...but by the end of the weekend, the three of us were topless, completely comfortable with one another and happy to be getting sun on our pale boobies. Hey, if you had these tan lines, you'd be going topless too.
Hey, when in Spain.
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