Where the sky meets the seas

My wife and I were out on a late night stroll in the picturesque port-town of Sóller, Majorca. It was an evening of festivities. The streets were lit gold and Spanish music set the background score. We climbed up to a small park up in the hill, near Placa de Santa Catarina. The spot offered a spectacular view of the town, far enough to escape the hubbub of the festivities, but near enough to hear the music.

Romantic was a good word to describe the moment. We climbed up further, took a turn to the right, and then walked a little more. There are occasions in the life of a traveller when he inadvertently stumbles upon a vista so breathtaking that his jaw drops, his mind sighs, and his knees buckle. That is exactly what happened to us that night.