Our feet were stepping on the finest, white sand we have ever seen. Softness. Morning just dawned and the beach was almost only ours. The silence around the dunes, the gentle touch of the sun and the still, crystal clear water were calling us. Swimming was the only thought we could have in that moment. It seemed like a fantasy to swim in the indescribably magical Mediterranean sea off the coast of Mallorca. We didn’t want to stop that dream. While we were swimming, time had passed and the sun became warmer. The first yachts were peacefully sailing and more people started to arrive to become part of the perfect picture of Es Trenc beach.