Nudity is permitted around the clock at Spain’s original naturist resort, where Metro’s nervous first-timer took a little time before fully appreciating the view.
It feels like I have X-ray vision. I see naked people. The view from our hilltop cabana is straightforward enough: a picturesque bay nestling in an amphitheatre of mountains.
Three swimming pools, some tennis courts. Palm trees. Mobile homes and caravans decorated with flowerpots.