While I loved the socialness of camp life, the Meyers-Briggs can attest to the I part of my personality. Reprieve from the frenzy was easy in Palma–I had but to follow the asphalt street to where it turned into blood-brown soil. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being close to nature until I took my post-workday, pre-dinner paseo through the woods. Whenever I think back on Palma, these walks are just as prevalent as the memory of any beach. It was here that the path hooked left or right, and, no matter which way I turned, there were rocks rolling underfoot, snails in the trees, and grass that aspired to touch my shoulders.