Hubby worked in St. Croix, in the US Virgin Islands, in the year 2000. Of course, I accompanied him. That’s where we were robbed once and where we lived through category five Hurricane Lenny. I shared both those experiences with Hubby.
However, this time I was glad Hubby was not with me.
One morning I was doing the laundry. While I was waiting on the dryer I sat at the computer playing a game. From where I sat, in our condo living room, I could look out across the patio and see the beach and watch the ocean.
Some movement caught my eye and I saw a woman walking along the beach with a large white beach towel around her. When she got directly across from our condo she turned toward the ocean, putting her back to me, and dropped the towel. Since I didn’t have my glasses on I could only tell that I was seeing a lot of flesh but I thought she was wearing one of those little thong bikinis. Then she turned sideways and I wondered at how skimpy that little bikini must be!
She walked into the water and began to swim. As she floated on her back I thought how flesh-colored her little bikini was. While she played, an elderly woman walked past getting some exercise.
As the swimmer began to return to shore, the elderly woman came back by and stopped to pick up the towel. She held it up and asked the swimmer if it was her towel. The swimmer then stood up and began talking in a foreign language to the woman on the beach and waving for her to drop the towel. The water there was only waist deep and the elderly woman looked surprised and dropped the towel without another word and kept on walking.
That’s when I decided I needed my glasses! I checked the dryer and put my glasses on and stepped out on the patio. The woman came up out of the water and I could clearly see that she was as naked as the day she was born. When she picked up her towel she wrapped it around her waist, remaining topless, and began walking towards my patio. I came inside and she stopped by our steps and began calling out in her language. No way was I going out there to deal with her!
I called the office and the manager answered and assured me that nudeness on the beach is illegal here and she would check on it. She sent a man, who I’m sure volunteered, but the woman was gone by the time he got back here.
The manager called me back and asked about the woman. From the direction she had come it was determined that she’s a guest at this condo. When I described her the manager said there are Danes staying here. As Europeans, they don’t think a thing about nude swimming and sun bathing. I told the manager that this little Texas gal sure thinks something of it — I was blown away!
When I told Hubby about it later, he said, with a gleam in his eye, maybe he’d get to see her the next morning. The next morning was Sunday and we were in church — where he belongs!
Vicki L. George resides in Pipe Creek.
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