Formentera is white. His warm light blinds us of happiness and joy. The sand of its beaches is white as in Illetes, Espalmador, Arenal, Saona or the beaches in Migjor.
Pedaling his bike along the greenway paths , visiting the lighthouses and meeting the coloured Méhari Citroen transport us back to the 70s.
We sail among traditional fishing boats, sailboats, llauds and impressive two or three masted sailboats. It seems as if time had stopped.
Hot and warm. Nude and sexy. Flat and hilly. Nice and beautiful. It bewitches and bewitched at the same time. An island of love….