Your lesbian grandma tells ~1978
The nudist beach
Today, I don’t answer a question and post something I posted before. This is a part of your grandma’s life. I take you back to 1978. I had deeply fallen in love with an Israeli girl who wanted to experience a winter in Amsterdam. We met in the Women’s House, and we’d been together ever since. I call her Amit, but that is not her name. She was adventurous, independent, and a free thinker—a Sabra, born and bred in Israel, hard from the outside and soft from the inside. I had never met anyone like her.
We are on holiday, traveling and sleeping in a blue Volkswagen van.
…… We continued our way towards La Plage. It was as if we were driving behind a village with a large, quiet lake on our left. The paved road turned into a dirt road, becoming a sandy parking lot full of cars. At the end of the site, we found a place to park our van.
We got out and smelled the sea. We went over a dune, and behind it was a beach with hundreds of naked people sunbathing. We had unexpectedly arrived at one of the largest nudist beaches in France. The beach of l'Espiguette and Camargue au Grau du Roi.
We stayed at the beach for four weeks. For four weeks, we walked around naked. For four weeks, we buried our poop, hid our piss, and swam in the sea.
We weren't the only ones staying there at night. We became friends with three French people with two children who sold food and coffee. The relationships were a bit dark for us. There was a blonde brother and sister, and they both had a child; the brother had a beautiful boy of two who did not talk yet, and the sister had a beautiful girl of three; she did talk, and she developed a love for us. Often, we found her asleep in the front seat of our van in the morning.
And then there was a dark, short-haired lesbian. She was in love with the sister and slept with her brother. The sister also had a vague relationship with the brother of Manitas de Plata. Manitas' brother, Bernardo, also played guitar beautifully. He had a penchant for blonde women, hash, speed, and alcohol and would never become as well-known as his brother Manitas. Bernardo and Manitas were gypsies, as we would call Roma these days. They were born not so far from L'Espiguette beach. Bernardo often came with a bunch of his gypsy friends at nightfall. We would eat together, and Bernardo and his friends would make music around the fire. Bernardo and the sister often disappeared into the dunes, and what they were doing there was clear to all of us.
One evening, the short-haired lesbian enthusiastically returned from an evening swim. The water gives light, she cried. We all ran up the beach and into the warm sea. Light gathered around us as if it were liquid neon. Elated, we splashed the water, and the light was everywhere.
