Sunday, July 5, 2009
We are back from our Spanish getaway to the stunning little island of Mallorca. In all honesty, I had expected a cute isle filled with beach shops, hotels, and the vast expanse of the Mediterranean. What we found when we got there was quite another story....unimaginably majestic Serra de Tramuntana mountains, sparkling turquoise coves, beautiful towns nestled in the mountain sides, and marinas filled with dazzling superyachts.
In a word, it was paradise.
Our flight from Amsterdam to Palma de Mallorca was two hours, and the moment we stepped off the plane, we were immediately impressed with the gorgeous marble airport that greeted us. We stayed in the small beach town of Santa Ponca, which was essentially a "little Ireland". Probably 90% of the tourists there were Irish, and the restaurants sold mostly pub food and English breakfasts. The beach was long and sandy, and the crystal clear sea was perfect for swimming. After a day of lounging on the beach, and a night partying with the rowdy UK tourists, we were ready for a new adventure.
On our second day we took the bus into Palma, the capital of Mallorca. We toured the cobblestone streets and took in the sights, including the astounding Palma Cathedral, which was began in 1306 and continues to be built today. While in Palma we saw the Arabic Baths, dating back to the tenth century, and dined at a delicious tapas restaurant. We ate the greatest Spanish tortilla, chorizo, sobrassada, and olives before heading out on a hunt for a secluded local beach. Numerous people told us of their pick for the island's greatest beach, but we ended up taking the advice of a woman at the bus station, and found ourselves in the Illetes after a 30 minute bus ride.
When we walked through the curving residential streets, and onto an abandoned dirt path, we knew we had struck gold. Off of the tourist's radar, the Illetes were filled with Spanish locals enjoying the beautiful Mediterranean weather. The boys loved the Spanish custom of topless sunbathing, and quickly decided that they wanted to move to Spain! We swam out to a deserted island in the sea, just before sunset, and sat amongst the small pebbles and shells as the waves washed up against the bobbing yachts.
It was spectacular, and only the beginning of our Spanish holiday....