Even the clouds look like they’re on vacation here.

The sandbars stretched out like golden ribbons dividing the azure waters into calm lagoons and open sea. The caravan park below seemed almost too perfect, nestled between the lake and the ocean as though nature itself had planned it. From this height, even the scattered trees felt deliberate in their placement, framing the scene with an artistic touch. A few white clouds drifted lazily above as if they had no intention of hurrying anywhere. I leaned against the railing and watched as a small boat cut through the water far below, leaving a faint trail that disappeared almost as quickly as it was made. The simplicity of it all was disarming; it felt like stepping into a living painting where every detail had been chosen to evoke calm.