I Swam Naked in the Mediterranean
My first skinny-dip brought my healing full-circle.
On Sunday, I found myself on a beach on the southern coast of Mallorca. A beach called Es Trenc, with sand so coarse you can see the bits of shell that it was made of, sticking to your skin like a tiny mosaic of marine magic. Water brilliantly turquoise. Horizon skimmed by boats.