Beach Hopping in Mallorca
While the mountains in Mallorca are beautiful, it is the beaches that draw most people to the Spanish island. Almost each day we were there, we had an excursion to some small slice of a sandy paradise. Some resided at the bottom of medieval villages while others lay at the end of death defying drives. However, the one common theme wast they were all jaw dropping.
|One of the beautiful beaches near our villa in Soller.|
In our first day, we visited the small medieval town of Deia. Deia, once, home to English poet Robert Graves, is located on the edge of the mountain side with the Mediterranean glimmering down below. The town itself is very charming; houses and roads made out of stone, jagged mountain cliffs in the background and wild flowers sweeping over the village. Yet, at the bottom of a winding path from town was a beautiful cove with crystal clear Mediterranean water.
|Wild flowers in the town of Deia.|
|The cove at the bottom of Deia.|
|A picture of the cove from up above.|
Our second beach excursion was to the Cap de Formentor. Half of this beach adventure was the drive itself which I had detailed a few posts ago. There a few different beaches you can stumble upon while at the Cap de Formentor. While we only had time to relax at la Cala Formentor, my recommendation again for anyone traveling to the Cap it stop at la Cala Figuera. We were able to get a glimpse of Cala Figurea 1,000 feet up while driving to the lighthouse and the one thing I will say is it looked like a postcard.
|Enjoying the Med after our near death experience.|
|The white sandy beaches of Es Trenc.|
|The port of Soller.|
|Samantha enjoying some gelato on the boardwalk.|