My third real experience at barefoot living was when I was visiting my local Naturist campgrounds called La Pommerie I told myself that if I wanted to truly feel free, I was gonna leave everything at the gate, including footwear. And I did, I left the car with nothing but a smile upon my face and I did not regret it.
My feet were still sensitive at this stage and still learning & teaching my feet how to deal with the random surfaces around the campgrounds so I was basically teaching myself how to walk all over again. I loved the sensations of random feelings upon my feet, the grass, gravel, mud even the river.
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