I just came back from two and a half days in Paradise. The time spend on the island felt like a week, time squandered lying on the beach, walking the old town of Ciutadella, watching sun-downs and reading two novels from cover to cover. There was ice cream, chilled white wine next to the water and watermelon for breakfast. There was me plunging into the water to cool down and squinting into the sun while its warmth dried me off on the cliffs next to the beach afterwards. The soothing swaying of the waves stayed with me past bedtime and the warmth of the sun on my skin joined in as well. I already miss it.   I was amazed that such perfection and…