🌊 Cape Verde Bikini Drama – or How a Wave Took My Bra (and Pride)🫣

Updated: 4 days ago

It was supposed to be one of those peaceful, blissful days by the ocean.🌴

The sky was cloudless, the sun 🌞 caressed my skin like a loving lover, and I – completely relaxed – decided to get in the water for a little swim.

Just a simple vacation chill.😎🏖️

The sea seemed calm... Such a deceptive impression.

I entered,💦 maybe not like a mermaid, but certainly gracefully.

I plunged into the turquoise water, smiling, content with life… and then...

BOOM! 😱

A wave appeared out of nowhere. Not the Instagrammable, romantic kind.

No.

It was a wave straight from hell.🔥 It obscured my world, spun me around like a washing machine,🌀

and threw me to the bottom with the force of an Egyptian deity.🏺

I emerged dazed, my eyes filled with sea salt, trying to catch my breath and comprehend what had just happened.

And then I felt... a draft.🫠

"He’s gone. He’s gone. He drowned. My bra."👙

Just like that. He parted ways with me without saying goodbye. He fled into the blue distance.

And I stood there, in the middle of a crowd of tourists, a look of drama on my face and a sudden need to find some material to cover the key areas.

My eyes darted around like crazy—maybe he’ll float back? Maybe a miracle? Maybe Neptune will take pity and return my wardrobe?

No.

Instead, I heard laughter. I saw eyes. Lots of eyes. 👀👀

And I... well, shielding myself with my arms like a character from a cheap sitcom, I slinked away with (what little) dignity to my lounger. 🫢

Yes, with seaweed in my hair and a heart full of humiliation.

You know what was worst?

It was morning. I had the whole day ahead of me... And I felt like digging under the sand to another country.🫢

Fortunately – as is often the case – after a while, it was just an epic anecdote to tell over wine.

And even better blog material. 😅

🐚

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