Seen on the way from Sóller to Biniaraix (Feb. 2012).
If you happened to read about our first day in Mallorca, then you’ll already know that we had quite an eventful and exhausting day and were in need of a good night’s sleep. Thankfully, our bed was super comfy and cozy, so we awoke refreshed and energized. Good thing, too, because we had no idea how much we would accomplish during the daylight hours ahead.
Having arrived in Sóller in the dark, we had yet to really see where we were. My first glimpse:
I wanted to get out and see more of the Tramuntana area, itching to start our “Day Two Plan”: visit the nearby towns of Valldemossa and Deià. (If you didn’t notice, the title of this post is not “Visiting Valldemossa and Deià”.)
The hubster and I went down to breakfast where we met Pascal, the owner of our B&B, Ca’n Abril. Once Pascal realized that we were not, in fact, German, he apologized profusely about the informational letter written in German that he’d left us the night before. He had no need to apologize. After all, he had done all he could to welcome us. We just happened to arrive way too late. And besides, our last name did sound rather Germanic if the choices are between Spanish, British, or German (the most represented groups among Mallorcan tourists). In the end, we all had a good laugh about it.
Breakfast was wonderful. We had coffee!, freshly squeezed orange juice, fresh fruit salad, various sliced meats and cheeses, bread and butter, and ensaïmades (a traditional Mallorcan pastry that’s kind of like a bready/doughnutty, not-too-sweet sweet roll that’s then covered in lots of powdered (confectioners/icing) sugar). So much for getting a quick start on the day. I think we spent about an hour and a half enjoying every morsel. And at the end, Pascal brought us an English version of our German letter. Too nice!
We told Pascal of our plans to visit Valldemossa and Deià, but he recommended against it. He told us that the path was not very clearly marked and, more importantly, it was supposed to rain and the path could get very muddy. So, instead, he suggested that we visit the very nearby hamlet of Biniaraix (practically a suburb of Sóller if Sóller was large enough to have suburbs). Also, if we wanted to trek a bit farther, he thought we would really enjoy the village of Fornalutx, which was short way up the road from Biniaraix. Pascal was even kind enough to draw us a very clear map. So that’s what we did.
As we headed up the hill, we were greeted by this friendly animal. I’d say it’s a sheep, but I’m thinking it might be a pig, because it was very much a ham for the camera. (I know, bad joke!) Or perhaps I’m just misinterpreting hunger for attention seeking.
But the day continued…
P.S. This post’s title rhymes.