tops off to sri lanka

It's about time I made this post. I suppose it's a nice little way to talk a little bit about my Spring Break trip and kick off my ever-lasting goal to make my mark in every country of the world. I know the way I'm marking my territory seems a bit odd, but believe me, the original plan did not start off with my risqué result. The plan started with a horse, but I figured I'll spare the horse from holding my fat ass up on a whole ride (which maybe doesn't sound any less risqué than me taking my top off).

Never thought I would be able to say I let the Indian Ocean see me naked.
Photo creds to my girl Charlotte. 

 OK, how many of you can say you've run back to the beach just to throw your bra and top off to (illegally I will add) flash the Indian Ocean? I'm going to assume not many of you. Well, except maybe for my girl Charolette, who didn't take her top off, but was daring enough to accept my frantic request and run back to take the picture of me.

There's something really liberating about letting the girls fly in front of the roaring waves. As an aspiring nudist, this was a big step for me, and it totally helped that I had three things I loved most with me: that skirt, the beach, and not having to wear a bra. Right before this I was lounging in the hot sand and got a really terrible sunburn nice tan after I spent 10 minutes standing in the middle of the dangerous Indian Ocean undertow with my pal Sally Tate. We took off our shirts then, too, but weren't quite ready to take our bras off, too. OK, maybe I was ready, but I'm not sure how it would have gone down if I asked her to take her bra off with me (but maybe that's the quickest way to friendship).

Yes, I am that short. And no, Scudder, I wasn't even standing in a hole, but thanks for trying.
Photo creds to the man himself (thanks Pawpaw #2). 

Regardless, the ocean was unrelenting and as much as I wanted it, it wanted me, and I found myself pulled under by the waves and my bra almost slipping off. I came up feeling pretty mystified, but understandably so considering the Ocean just made Her way to second base. But what can I say? When the Ocean calls, you come. And man, that place called me loudly and persistently.

These moments were ones I will never forget. India gave me its all, but it could never give me what Sri Lanka gave to me: that freeing moment of carelessness. I'm glad I could show Sri Lanka the most beautiful thing ever, because Sri Lanka showed me the most profound intricate beauties that consistently took my breath away and made me dream of the day I would be able to walk outside and see those beauties everyday. There was something about Sri Lanka that you can't explain. Maybe it's the people, the trees, the tea plantations? I'm not entirely sure. For all I know, it could be some mood-altering drug the government put in the air. Hm. Maybe I should start reading more about places I go before I leave. If only someone gave me a travel guide. 

I find my favorite moments in life are moments I never thought I would be in. My life is full of small surprises and spontaneity I never realize I have until I'm right in the middle. Sri Lanka brings that out in you. It tugs on your heart strings and brushes away the cobwebs hiding the perfect corner for it to lay its influence. For me, it has become the cornerstone to what has yet to come (and see me topless).
Sri Lanka, you have forever changed me and I will be back for you (maybe next time I'll try and find a horse). So tops off to you, Sri Lanka. I can't wait to see who's next.

artfully yours