As suggested by the owner of the B&B where we were staying in Sóller, we’d walked to Biniaraix, then continued on towards Fornalutx (sounds similar to “fornalooch”). Never having been to Fornalutx before, when we looked up the hillside and saw this cluster of buildings, we thought we were almost there. What a pretty little village! I learned later that this is actually the hamlet of Binibassí.
We passed through Binibassí on our way to the trailhead that would lead us to the real village of Fornalutx.
And here we are! It began to drizzle just as we reached the sign welcoming us to the village.
This stairway might give you a sense of the steepness of the hillside on which the village was built. At this point the rain had stopped, but there was still a chill in the air. We decided to warm up with some coffee, so we looked for an open cafe in the near-empty village.
The main square seemed lively compared to the rest of the village. In the square, we chose an outdoor table with an umbrella. The rain had stopped, but those tables were the only ones with dry chairs.
A lovely building overlooking the main square illuminated by sunlight! Our lattes and accompanying almond cake and apple cake were scrumptious, the chill was leaving the air, and our feet, along with the rest of our bodies, had a chance to rest. The day was only getting better.
Not long after finishing our “lunch” (we didn’t need much after having such a substantial breakfast), we noticed a large group of German tourists fully decked out in hiking gear complete with special fabrics, backpacks, and walking poles. They looked like they knew where they were going and as serious a group as they seemed, we expected that it probably was to some well-researched, worthy destination. The cafe’s owner was kind enough to tell us about Mirador de Ses Barques (“mirador” means “viewpoint”) and the path to get there.
Just before we enter the mountainous “wilderness,” we meet this friendly fella. He walked with us for quite a ways. Apparently, he had a lot of room to roam on his side of the fence. When we reached the end of his domain, we stopped to say good-bye; he dropped his head and, thinking he was encouraging a pat, I reached out to stroke his nose. Good thing I have quick reflexes or I might have lost a finger or two. When will I learn that animals aren’t thinking “friend!” so much as “food?”
We continued on, eventually reaching Mirador de Ses Barques, which provided breath-taking views. But that’s the subject of a future blog post…