My first experience happened completely by accident.

I was travelling along the French Atlantic coast by car, somewhere along the roughly 200-kilometre stretch between Biarritz and the mouth of the Gironde. On the beaches, especially far away from the larger holiday resorts, there were quite a lot of nudists. In some places, there were so many of them that I almost felt embarrassed to be wearing a swimsuit.

So I decided to try it. I was a single woman travelling alone, but I undressed and, to my surprise, I did not face any problems at all.

Then I came across Euronat, a naturist holiday village with accommodation to rent and all the shops and services one might need. I decided to rent a small studio there for ten days. During that time, I lived nude almost all the time: on the beach, by the pool, while shopping, and even when eating out in the local restaurants — weather permitting, of course.

It was a wonderful feeling to be so free. I even shaved my pubic hair because I wanted to feel even more completely nude. I did receive a few admiring glances, but there were no sexual approaches. I was not the only single woman there, and everyone seemed calm, respectful, and relaxed.

There were people of all ages, from teenagers to retired visitors. Some of the older guests looked as if they still needed their clothes ironed somewhere in another life, but even they seemed perfectly comfortable living nude.

I would encourage anyone interested in naturism to try living this way, as long as they respect the people around them and do not offend more conservative neighbours or communities.

Good nude luck to you all — and especially to Cheri, who is doing her best to promote nudism in the United States and provide useful information.

I suppose I was very lucky.