We found our happy place in a beach town called Zipolite.  Now we’re not saying that the combination of nudity and delicious French pastries is what we’re into (or are we??).  It just so happens to be the central motif for one of our favorite stops.
Zipolite has been featured in many publications due to a unique feature.  This being its sin ropa, humans al fresco, suns out buns out, naked in nature, body positive, au naturel, birthday suit, in the buff, nekid, nude beach.
We weren’t sure what to expect when we arrived but found our friends Chris and Jenn (The Globe Trol) & Miles, Aaron and Nietzsche (Head First Diaries) looking quite comfortable in their hammocks under a row of cabañas….perfect.
In Zipolite, the nude beach is secondary, an effect if you will.  The town seems to have no cares, no worries, and therefore no judgement for what you decide to wear in the waves.
With little effort we found ourselves living the beach bum life, watching the waves and checking out the goods…from the vendors of course.  Morning to night we could buy pastries, tacos, pizza, calzones, mezcal, coffee, chocolate, blankets, etc. without ever leaving our little hammock village.
In the mornings we’d take a five minute walk to grab freshly baked chocolate and cinnamon croissants.  Nietzsche, happy to find someone awake, would lead the way while calmly sniffing each of the barking street dogs with his mellow “I could turn you into a snack if I wanted to” demeanor.  Back at camp we sip our coffee, listen to the waves, enjoy our pastries and ponder life’s mysteries…like, why does that one guy wear a jogging suit for his morning run when he’s bare-assed all day? I guess we should be thankful.
As we finish our second cup, the first beach vendor arrives.  Chocolate croissants?…sure, why not.
There is also a small population of Italian residents in Zipolite. We found good pizza, wine, bread and pesto tucked in among the tlayudas, Pacificos, gringas, and pastor tacos.
Beer is cheap, the food delicious, the waves calming and the pace slow.  Jenna even found an amazing yoga studio overlooking the town for the price of “what do you want to pay?” Almost two weeks passed as we found everything in doing nothing.
A large part of our appreciation for this place was time spent with friends, and we all seemed to realize we’d found something special.  It was as though we knew we’d look back with nostalgia for a place we hadn’t even left.
Now when we’re asked about our favorite places, we find ourselves telling stories about naked people and chocolate croissants.