
MALLORCA MAGIC
Mallorca heat, high noon. Turquoise cove packed with bodies drifting, wading, floating—shoulders slick, voices low. Sun bounces off limestone cliffs, bleached and jagged. Pines cling to the rim, defiant, still. It’s wild, but claimed—a natural cathedral turned swimming hole. No crowds crashing, just a steady pulse of life soaking in the salt and light.