The first thing you notice at Alcanada is not the golf. It is the light. Sharp and silver in the early morning, it softens by afternoon into hazy shades of blue that dissolve gently into the Bay of Alcúdia. Out at sea, the small lighthouse of Alcanada stands quietly on its island, watching over the course like a patient sentinel. And in many ways, that is the first thing you remember about Alcanada Golf. Not the scorecard, not the bunkers, not even the golf itself. It is the atmosphere. Here, the game unfolds between sea and sky. There is something deeply cinematic about this corner...