One August afternoon, a magical light, a family strolls among the stones
of the fortress of Dalt Vila in Ibiza, "The Upper Town" in ancient
Ibiza.

The little ones play and run around between cobblestones, and while the others
we contemplate the Medival Bastions, our Cayumas seem to be coupled to
perfection to the winding alleys, join in time echoes of pirates
Turks and French, to secular struggles.

As we continue climbing we come to the thundered towers where the cannons
They see time pass redeemed from their former functions, witnesses, now mute,
of the growth of the city founded by the Phoenicians, Ibosim.

To the southeast we can see Formentera and the boats returning from spending the day on its beaches. It's time to retire, and now we all start the descent and head to Botafoch, to a well-deserved dinner at the Calma Restaurant, with beautiful views of our recent visit.

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