So here’s a funny story. My family was nudist for a time. Ok, let’s pause and get our giggles out of the way. We didn’t prance around without our clothes on all the time, but we vacationed in nudist camps throughout (ex)Yugoslavia and Greece in my childhood, in the 80s and s90s. Being naked wasn’t mandatory, but neither was wearing pants, so why would you? My memories are filled with happy families, friends from Scandinavia and Holland, shared meals, camper puppet shows, and sure… maybe a few hippies.
Nothing beats the feeling of rolling out of your tent with just a smile on and jumping into the sea to wake up.
Go on, try it. At least once.