Mallorca was a white-sand, blue doorway dreamland. As the sun rose we were flying into the island from Barcelona and the light touched the expanse below us, from the green fields to the blue beaches. Palm trees filled the city centre and every doorway was picturesque. Our airBnB was a little out of Palma in the tiny town of Esporles. Our Spanish host greeted us, along with her strange dog and a shy cat. We explored the medieval town by foot, getting lost in the streets only to turn a corner and realise we were back in the town centre only 5 minutes later. Orange trees surrounded the villas atop the hill and palm trees guarded the larger, white houses from trespassers.
Our first Mallorcan meal was not particularly traditional, but it certainly brought back memories of being home in Australia eating brunch by the water’s edge.
Across the island you’ll find Porto Cristo, a haven of white sand and crystal clear, blue water. It’s the perfect place to soak up the sun after descending into the depths of their famous staglite caves. The light reflects off the roof tops where millions of icickles dangle, it seems as though the slightest movement would end in shattered glass on the ground.
Once we explored the up-hill streets of the town and found a deserted look-out area to take in the views of the water beneath us, we headed back to Palma. The city was buzzing with people in the streets ; ducking in and out of boutiques or drinking aperos while people watching on the sidewalks.