I’m sipping a cocktail under a sun umbrella and gazing out at the calm, cerulean sea. I could be sitting beachside almost anywhere in the world – except that my mojito is alcohol-free, and instead of a bikini, I’m wearing a long-sleeved rash guard to cover my arms and chest and running shorts to cover my bum.
My ensemble is an attempt at conservative swimwear, since I’m sunning and splashing about in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia. The irony is that I’m more modestly dressed than the local women next to me in colorful bikinis and the groups of friends in one-piece suits laughing in the water while thumping Arabic music blasts from nearby speakers. There isn’t a burkini in sight.




