From Sant Elm, the track climbs gently through pine and mastic trees, and the sounds of the village soon fade away. After an hour or so, the path opens onto a valley...
Port d'Andratx's seafront promenade fades away gradually: the last houses, the gardens, and then just pines and the sea, always alongside. From there, close to Mon Port,...
In Biniaraix, the road ends beside the village wash-house. From there, it's stone all the way: a cobbled path climbing through terraces of centuries-old olive trees into...
On the map, Mallorca tapers into a narrow spit of rock that plunges into the sea, facing Menorca. This is Cap de Formentor, the island's northernmost point, and anyone...
Port d'Andratx already has a character all of its own: the sheltered sea, the pines that reach right down to the shore, the light that shifts with every hour of the...
Pliny the Elder wrote that Balearic wine was every bit as good as the finest wines of Italy. He said so in the first century, and he meant it: long before Mallorca...
In Port d'Andratx, there's a sound that announces a change of plans before any forecast does: the metallic clatter of halyards against the masts in the marina, when the...
There is a Mallorca that never gets old. A Mallorca that smells of salt and sounds like waves breaking against rock, that unfolds in impossible shades of blue...
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