I've been barefooting for decades off and on. Entire weekends, travels in Europe, routine neighborhood jaunts on all kinds of surfaces and store floors. Today's barefoot walk (about an hour) felt REALLY barefoot: I could walk on stony patches and enjoyed that much more the flat smooth cement blocks. The warmer blacktop was ever delightful. My point is that my soles felt adequately leathery to absorb all this with real uniform pleasure, not so much "ouching" along the way. (Well, not quite acorn season here yet, but rain-washed acorns are not a problem.) I felt like a "seasoned" barefooter (more chives and nutmeg, please). It is "joyfuller" to go barefoot now!
That’s awesome I have been going barefoot full time for over 33 years and I love every minute of going barefoot.
