February 28, 2019.
Having the perfect opportunity to visit a new country (and see me), my parents flew over to visit Barcelona Monday, the 25th.
After a week of exploring the city, eating endless tapas, and enjoying the time together, we all flew out after my class on Thursday to the Island of Mallorca, Spain.
We landed in Palma (the capital of the Island) after a quick 50 min flight over from the main land. Plenty of sunny skies and palm trees greeted us as we eagerly left the airport. Our rental car was upgraded for free so we cruised into downtown in style.
Riding along the ocean we had a beautiful of the view of the city and it’s huge cathedral, all lit up in lights.
Our hotel was in the heart of Old Town, the historical district of Palma: it reminded me a lot of Barcelona, matching the cute shops and small streets of El Born district.
We grabbed a quick dinner and hunkered down for the night.
Thick fog rolled out Friday morning, making it a little chillier than we were all expecting, but none the less, we headed out early to get a glimpse inside the giant Cathedral before the crowds started swarming.
Because of the low visibility, the Cathedral looked even more haunting in the early morning. We parked, walk the grounds, and finally toured the church.
We we’re craving a warm cup of whatever after the chilled stones within the church and headed towards a small café near the city center. Café con leche, hot ‘chocolate’ and some tea did the trick and we topped off the great breakfast with some soft boiled eggs, avocado toast, and delicious refills.
The town was starting to become livelier as we walked back to the car, working through the maze of people maneuvering through the festival.
Our next destination was Valldermossa, a quick town over from where we planned on staying that night in Deia. The fog cleared almost immediately and revealed brilliant sun as we drove away from the city, following a small road up into the mountains.
The countryside was beautiful: cliffs, switchbacks, goats and sheep everywhere, and an interesting smell of pine and flowers that screamed spring time (despite it being Febuary).
We parked in Valldermossa, a small valley town surrounded by mountains, and found some new friends among the city’s street cats.
Sunshine warmed the old cobbled streets as we explored the tiny and picturesque corridors. Beige and orange tones of brick matched well with the forest green shutters present on just all of the windows, and plants were planted outside doorsteps to soak up the speckled sun.
The town exuded peacefulness; we loved getting lost in the side streets and enjoying a meandering pace, made better only by the inclusion of more friendly street cats. My dad took especially to this one:
We stopped at a café for a quick rest and a drink: something about a European Coca-cola in the sun seemed right.
From there we continued through the beautiful mountain roads towards the sea’s edge, taking a pit stop at a Monastery on the way.
We finally arrived at our hotel: just outside of the quaint, hillside town of Deia. Safe to say, our expectations were completely blown away: the hotel was secluded, peaceful, and drop dead gorgeous.
Due to the ‘winter’ season, we had the run of the place: the sundeck, the pool, and our own villa with private yard and hot tub. The hotel had numerous pastures of sheep and donkeys that you could view on the cliffside, and the occasional baying of the animals was oddly comforting.
We couldn’t drag ourselves away from the beautiful spot, so we relaxed and took in the view (and some lazy sun) by the pool.
Feeling utterly relaxed, we took our time driving into Deia around dinner time. Fair warning: Deia is beautiful but it’s minuscule, and in the off-season there aren’t any restaurants open for dinner.
This was just fine with us of course, taking our time to check out the coast (Cala Deia) and snaking the car around the hairpin turns towards Soller as the sun lit everything up gold.
Soller was a charming town with a town square outside it’s church. We picked a spot by the heaters to drink a coffee before our dinner reservations.
Dinner was at an upscale hole-in-the-wall, introducing a new taste and take on tapas (which I was grateful for). Our food was delicious: the classic dishes were transformed with spices, additions, and new ways of preparation.
We left incredibly happy, but a tad hungry from the small portion sizes we split. We tracked down the only open grocery in Soller and stocked up on (horrible) chocolate and cookies for our hotel room.
Waking up the next morning to sunlight and the faint sound of sheep was interestingly perfect. I slipped out to our balcony and enjoyed a nice moment to read in the early morning light, not wanting to leave the view behind.
We packed, somewhat sadly, and moved ourselves to a breakfast on the hotel’s patio. The view couldn’t have been more amazing, atmosphere more calming, or breakfast more delicious. I could’ve eaten breakfast in that exact spot for the rest of my life.
Sadly our adventures took us elsewhere, and we bode goodbye to our donkey friends and baby sheep as we headed out.
Following the western coast of Mallorca, we entered one of the most beautiful stretches of roads. The views were magnificent. We decided to drive the famous stretch of road down to Port De Sa Calobra. The road was as wide as my mom’s minivan and the turns were dizzy-inducing. Bikers whizzed by, submitting themselves to the treacherous ride back up the mountain. One of the most dangerous and beautiful drives I’ve ever seen.
Once finally at the bottom, we stretched our legs (and knuckles from gripping the car doors) and walked the path to Torrent Del Pareis: A beautiful little beach in between two rock cliffs.
Hunger got the best of us and we quickly changed direction towards Port de Pollenca for some lunch. The port, eerily similar to the Caribbean, was perfect. The hot sun and docked sailboats made this a great spot to soak up the island vibes, and we embraced the change in scenery as we wandered the docks.
Continuing our treck north-ward, we drove along the uppermost peninsula; making friends with some goats along the way.
We wound our way along the peninsula’s cliffs to the very end of the line: ending at a lighthouse with spectacular views. Bicyclists stretched their legs and admired the stretch of road they had just conquered. I, for one, was glad to have a car in between myself and the sheer drop.
We retreated, somewhat exhausted but content, to the final stop of the day: Pollenca.
This was another a cute town, but the most missable out of the amazing ones we had seen. We left for dinner (going back to the coast to Alcudia) and didn’t hang around in the morning, but the location made sense for a night’s rest.
For our last day we wanted to tackle the eastern and southern coasts- made famous for their hidden coves and spectacular beaches.
The day was alternating sun and clouds and was the perfect breezy temperature for an adventure. We drove across the plains of Mallorca towards the trails of Calo Des Moro. A tiny town deposited us to steep stone steps leading down to a fishing cove. The water color was something I had never seen, a type of blue only described in luxury island vacations.
We trecked through some light foliage and came out above a hidden beach. The most secluded and pristine dash of white sand surrounded by cliffs greeted up simply amazing. The only thing that could’ve made it better was some warmer weather so we could’ve enjoyed the crystal water.
From there we hopped back in the car and headed along some salt fields to Platja des Trenc, the most famous beach in the southern part of the island. A large expanse of white beach and dune grass spread out for miles in both directions, reminding me a bit of Northern Michigan. It’s hard for a beach to wow me (since my home has such beautiful beaches), but Mallorca did a pretty good job.
Our last stop before the short flight home was the Cala Pi: a dramatic cove of old fishing houses that lead to a little beach. The views along the path were breathtaking, and it was easy to picture why locals flock to this spot to sunbathe in the summer.
We grabbed a quick bite before heading back to the Palma airport and on to Barcelona.
I gave my parents big hugs as we parted ways a the Barcelona airport, reminding them it would only be a few more months before I’m home for good.
Having my parents in town was bittersweet, I loved having my family here but it also made me miss other things that I couldn’t fly out to Barcelona (hello Cameron, my cat, and mall chinese food).
Although I’m not homesick, it is a little hard being away from the ones you love (especially mall chinese food), and I can’t wait to see them all again soon.