We're back. What a trip.
Looked into distance, not desktop.
Unspoilt, tiny Menorca. A UNESCO biosphere reserve, it’s escaped the rash of sprawling high-rise coastal development seen elsewhere on the Mediterranean.
Looked into distance, not desktop.
Unspoilt, tiny Menorca. A UNESCO biosphere reserve, it’s escaped the rash of sprawling high-rise coastal development seen elsewhere on the Mediterranean.
The bay fitted into outstretched cupped hands, shining. Sills of scattered, soft, warm rocks and hollows, encircled us tenderly.
Gold-soft, limonite-light sand, salty underfoot. Turquoise, transparent, silver-malachite water rolled oh-so quietly to and fro. Breezes blew blue.
Chromium oxide green and burnt sienna red landscapes whispered heat, while at midday, mixed birds sang bold and crickets creaked continuous crisp chirrups. Veils of violet-bright, verdant bourganvillia bundled over every balcony. Pines and olives twisted, dry grey-green, twinkling quiet flickers of sunlight-breeze- Tramontana, around us.
Menorca hides many secrets. It is said that the stronger gusts of the Tramontana wind soak the grazing fields with sea salt. This is why the cattle are so fond of it and explains why the local cheese has that rather special bouquet...
Wilder times included: World Cup furor in the bar and the Fiesta de San Joan in Ciutadella.
More soon...
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