The rumors you hear on the way to the ferry seem pulled far out of proportion even to your own ears. These tales speak of waters so clear, in the most sparkling shade of turquoise that one would suspect ink had been spilt into the ocean if they didn’t know better. They paint vivid images of waving fronds of soft coral and darting fish right before your eyes.

And yet, as the ferry approaches the small bay, a veil drops away from Comino Island. Limestone cliffs and coves of chalk white streaked with brown rear up first to create the impression of a secret being revealed just to you. It is with a snap of the fingers that Blue Lagoon steps forward, the small, shallow bay bordered by Cominotto slightly further off. All of a sudden, the stories you heard are no longer a figment of your imagination but a sight to be touched, felt and experienced to the fullest. Scuba diving or snorkeling gear strapped on, dozens in the deeper end immerse themselves in the water. Still more line the white sand in beach towels and sunscreen. The Blue Lagoon is quite literally a natural pool carved into the side of the tiny spit of land, an aberration and fantasy too good to be true.