Ibiza’s heat had lingered on our skin as we set sail for Formentera, a whisper of turquoise waters and pristine beaches on the horizon. After a few exhilarating hours, we dropped anchor near a sun-drenched stretch of sand, the perfect haven for our weary souls.
The rest of the day unfolded in a blissful haze. Crystal-clear waves beckoned us in for refreshing swims, the sun warming our skin like a benevolent friend. Exploring the island’s quaint charm, we meandered through quiet towns and marveled at the vibrant hues of bougainvillea cascading from balconies.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, a different kind of magic took hold. Jaksa, our resident grill master, orchestrated a delectable barbecue under the starlit sky. The centerpiece: succulent tuna steaks, caught mere days ago, their freshness singing in every bite. The aroma of sizzling fish mingled with laughter and stories shared around the crackling flames, weaving a tapestry of camaraderie and contentment.
Formentera lulled us into a tranquil slumber that night, the gentle lapping of waves our lullaby. Tomorrow, Mallorca awaited, another chapter in our nautical odyssey beckoning. But for now, we savored the simple pleasures of a perfect evening shared with friends, fueled by the bounty of the sea and the warmth of human connection.
