Fuerteventura 2

 

August 1, 2021

More of my Fuerteventura Aventure with Jo, continuing the flashback to spring break of 2018.

The flight went quickly because I hadn’t seen Jo in so long and we had so much catching up to do.  I even managed to get some sleep.  When we landed in Madrid, we boarded a small plane that would take us to Fuerteventura.  We stared out the window at the brilliant blue sea and a small chain of islands started to dot the waters.  When we made our approach to Fuerteventura, we could see miles of brilliant white coast surrounded by waters of the most amazing turquoise and emerald colors.  We could see the small village at the tip of the island, El Cotillo, where we would be staying.  We wondered at all those stretches of beaches below, dotted with one or two tiny figures, how much coast we could explore.

Jo and I gathered our bags at the balmy, humid curbside of Aeropuerto de Fuerteventura and eyed each other with the same question - “If we are here to spend spring break naked, why the big bag?” 

“I got lots of reading to do this spring break, its a lot of books.”  Jo explained.  Looking at my bag, she frowned, “Let me guess, art supplies and sketch books.”

It was a half hour taxi ride along a beautiful coastal highway from the air port to El Cotillo.  As soon as we drove into El Cotillo, we started seeing people wearing very little in the streets.  There were topless women walking comfortably down beach-side shopping streets.  

Approaching the hotel, the cab stopped at a light and a family trotted across the cross walk toward the beach.  The dad wore swim trunks, but mom and the two kids were completely naked!  Jo grabbed my wrist and squeezed it so hard I almost let out a yelp.

We checked into the Hotel Lido and Stephania who worked at the office assured us the entire hotel was clothing optional.  The pool area, barbecue and outdoor dining terraces and small breakfast room could all be visited without clothing.  This also meant we could walk straight from our room out to the beach without ever having to wear anything.  

When Jo and I wheeled our things to our room, Jo started stripping off before we even put the key in the door.  She threw her clothes over the railing and insisted I do the same.  “Clothes come off here Val, and don’t go back on again till we’re headed to the airport!”