One November, we had some paying guests who had just come to Vera Playa from a very cold England. They found our 18 degrees in the middle of November pure bliss – positively balmy in fact, and immediately stripped off and soaked up the winter sun. Steve and I on the other hand, having had our blood well and truly acclimatised and suitably thinned for this exotic climate, 18 degrees for us is quite frankly, erm cold. Especially when you consider our summer climate can reach in excess of 40 degrees, so while 18 degrees is positively sunbathing material for most, when you live here all year round, well, you get spoiled, don’t you.
We bumped into these guests on an afternoon stroll, they completely naked while Steve and I were safely protected from the blizzard in our coats, hats, gloves, scarves and anything else we could find to throw on. We looked at them, and they looked at us…we couldn’t quiet work out who was madder! How quickly our human bodies get used to the status quo!
This is the time of year when we get the usual text messages from friends, family and past guests alike, all complaining bitterly about the cold weather they are experiencing back home. How do we respond? Are we sensitive to their plight? Do we offer sangria and sympathy? No. Steve sends them a photo of our breakfast table on the terrace in full sun – adorned with a fruit salad platter. Can you believe this is November? Pure bliss.
Of course the weather is not what you’d call summer holiday standard, but a mild spring wouldn’t be far off the mark. When the sun is out, although far less populated than in the summer months, the beach will still have a smattering of naked people – dare I even mention that some of them even venture into the sea for a short sharp cool-down burst. There’s a corner in the of the chiringuitos that is a sun trap, so most afternoons a collection of locals will spend the afternoon there completely clothes-free, whiling the afternoon away over cerveza and tapas.
The afternoon pétanque crowd continue to be a major afternoon force outside the Sol y Luna chiringuito, noisily throwing their boules, celebrating the match wins (or losses) all at various states of dress or undress. It’s a good vibe.
This is the first year the new Plaza behind the supermarket has been open for winter and there seems to be a steady flow of footfall which is good to see. Certainly there is a wider choice of places to go at this time of year than ever before.
We are heading fast into December – the first part of which sees a lot of Spanish people descend of Vera Playa for the long weekend of celebration and public holidays. Yes, December 6th is Constitution Day (celebrating Spain becoming a democracy) followed by Day of the Immaculate Conception (Virgin Mary with child). This is why the seasonal bars and restaurants still have yet to completely close for the season, because they will be alive and buzzing for this upcoming public holiday, then of course it’s (whisper) Christmas…here in Spain that celebration is called the Three Kings and goes right into January…but I am getting carried away, for reader, between you and me…I love Christmas – it can never come soon enough. I am so looking forward to December 1st and opening the first window on our chocolate advent calendar…little things…
In the meantime, Happy rest-of-November…keep warm. I’ve got a Tinto Verano waiting for me on the terrace, cheers!
Steve and Chris offer two beautiful apartments to rent for the discerning naturist traveller. One is directly on the Vera Playa naturist beach, the other just a few footsteps away. See more. here