‘Elemental is perhaps the best descriptor of this wild little island, where life is something that happens outdoors. I travel for a living, yet nowhere else am I so keenly aware of the relentless beat of the sun, the sticky heat of the road, or the salty tang of the sea in the air. Nowhere else do I so enthusiastically forgo the brushing of my hair, or go so resolutely barefoot, or dress so haphazardly – crochet! Patchwork! Pyjamas! – if I bother to dress at all. Formentera grips me in a way that I can’t seem to wrap my words around. It is a fever that I just can’t shake, a fierce longing that feels almost primal.’ @bymayaboyd / @condenasttraveller May ‘22