Two hours into my hill walking journey in Mallorca, the largest of Spain’s east coast Balearic Islands, my heart is pumping at near capacity, and I’m drenched in sweat.
Eight strangers I’d just met the night before are 10 minutes ahead of me on a pitched and ascending rocky trail overlooking the glassy Mediterranean Sea. Advancing more quickly than I am, they pause and allow me to catch up. Encouragement comes from my new friends with knowing grins and sincere atta-boys.