Formentera, SpainI simply can’t visit Ibiza without a stop in Espalmador. Syl flew
Formentera, Spain I simply can’t visit Ibiza without a stop in Espalmador. Syl flew home from Ibiza and the next morning Lauren took the helm and plotted a course for tiny Espalmador. Espalmador is a small privately-owned island with a lovely protected bay surrounded by a scythe-like white sand beach. For me the fascination with Espalmador is two-fold. It is one of the few beaches in the Mediterranean that can hold a candle to the Caribbean beaches, and when that gets boring, there is the constant parade of naked blue people walking the beach, putting it on a par, at least in that respect, with St Martin or St Barts. There is a saltpan in the center of the island containing a blue clay which is reputed to do wonders for the skin. At least half the island’s visitors head for this natural ‘spa’ and daub themselves all over before returning to walk the beach while the mud dries, sucking out all their impurities. What fascinates me is the effect that the mud has on the participants. It seems to provide them with the illusion of clothes, and a certain degree of anonymity. Most of the daubees are wearing swimsuits on their way to the salt-pan, but after a slathering of mud they are only too keen to parade up and down the beach enjoying their freedom protected by the anonymity of the mud. -- source link
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