Vanishing point.

Cala Llonga. The beach was empty because the wind was whipping the sand up in clouds and flinging it in our faces. We did not stay long. I took this picture out to sea along the board walk. My granddaughter ran to the end to pose at the vanishing point.
Grateful for all the pretty beaches in Ibiza. For happy smiles from my grandchildren and for evening rain that washed the dust off my hire car.