Road trippin’ in Mallorca

Spending the majority of my life in Florida, I knew I always wanted to live near the water. Than after living in the mountains last summer, I found myself in a rut. I needed both! To my surprise, I found both on a beautiful Spanish island, Mallorca, in March. Mallorca is one of the 3 Balearic islands off the coast of Valencia. A few classmates and I flew into the capital of the island Palma de Mallorca on the 22nd of March. I was especially excited because I was meeting my best friend, Abby, here in paradise in a few hours! In the mean time Jacie and I rented a car, and it was just as easy as buying a pack of gum. We were ecstatic to be able to move around the island at ease, tiempo de la isla. We were headed to the airport to pick up Abby in our new car when we got a call.

Me: “We are coming to pick you up in the car!”

Abby: “I missed my flight and there are no flights until Sunday, I can´t come.”

This news was really disappointing, but luckily I was with my friend Jacie so I wasn´t alone. Our next problem was that we had already rented the car, and the cost that we thought was going to be split between 3 was now down to 2. We couldn´t do anything but embrace it, so that´s just what we did. Since it was already getting late we decided to stay around Palma and head out to the mountains the next day. If you are in Palma at night make your way to Ave de Argentina for the majority of the night life (which we did after we parked our car).



Our next destination was Sa´Calobra and no trip to the island is complete with out coming here. We began driving on MA-10 which is a coastal highway that stretches North to South on the West side of the island. On the left all you can see is miles and miles of ocean and to the right all that is in your view is the majestic Serra de Tramuntana mountain range that covers a majority of the West side of the island. In order to get over to Sa´Calobra we had to go over a mountain via MA-2141.

Wild sheep

Wild sheep

We saw dozens of wild goats, sheep and even a huge ram casually grazing on the side of the road. Unlike deer that are common road kill in America, these animals stayed on the grass and in the rocks, just observing the people passing through. The traffic that comes through this road is minimal, just tour busses and the occasional bunch thrill seekers like our selves. This was the most intense road I have ever seen, literally winding through the mountains and at some parts this two-way road would randomly turn into one lane. Infinite applause to Jacie for driving this road like a champ! I didn´t take this video, but here is one I found of the road we were on for Sa´Calobra.

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So we skipped sunset on the beach and headed to civilization, we began heading up the MA-2141 and as we were doing this the sun was beginning to set. Colors of purple and orange filled the sky as the sun began to fall behind the enormous mountain moving along with us as we cruised along the mountain side. We finally made our way to Inca and got gas, but of course that came with obstacles. I inserted my handy visa into the pay station and waited a few minutes before we began to pump. Little did I know, after 3 minutes the payment becomes invalid, which I would later find out. So we asked the men next to us if they could give us a hand, and these men ended up helping us figure out what was going on with the gas. They had lived on the island their whole life and we began to chat, after we said we were from Florida the man told us his girlfriend was from Tampa, small world, because that is where Jacie and I are from. He was thrilled and was even more eager to talk to us and give us some local tips about the island.

Cap de Formentor

Cap de Formentor

After the gas was pumped we said good-bye and that we were going to have some dinner, they laughed at the idea of having dinner so early (it was 7) but said they were headed to a place where we could eat much better food than we were about to. Being food fanatics, we hopped in our car and followed them to a small restaurant Ca`s Puput in Mancor de la Vall, a pueblo we would have never run into with out these guys. We walked into the restaurant and our new friends greeted the man behind the counter in a way that made me believe they were long time friends. He asked what we would like to eat and we responded with what ever a local would get. The food was amazing, we ate Costillas de Cordero (lamb ribs) which were so tender they fell right off the bone. For dessert we had a traditional Mallorcan treat, Cardinal, which is a light, white cake that is very fluffy in the middle and tasted a bit like marshmallows. The majority of our conversations took place in Spanish and at one point they were speaking English and we were speaking Spanish, for practice. The culture exchange just from being at this restaurant for a few hours was through the roof. We got to laugh with local kids and joke around with, which was quite entertaining.

First sight of the day

First sight of the day

Our new friends insisted we spend the next day at the northern most point of the island, Cap de Formentor, we had no plans so we took their advice, said our good byes and headed North. The next morning we woke up before 9am and began to explore. We came to our first mirador (look out point) before any other tourist and watched the goats graze on the dew washed grass while looking out at the ocean. We could see a light house in the distance, so that was our next destination. We drove up another beautifully designed mountain road and made our way to the top where the light house was. The views here were phenomenal, we could see the road we just came up from and the land scape of the island.

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Photo by Jacie

Photo by Jacie

She said if we headed across the peninsula (just 10 minutes) we would end up at Mal Pas. So we did, we had tea at a restaurant that had a view that was like nothing I have ever seen, or imagined. It looked fake, like one of those back drops you take photos in front of on a cruise or something. Nothing but waves crashing in front of infinite mountains. The perfect combination of mountains and the sea! After we hung out there for quite some time, it was time for our final sunset of the weekend. We headed up a smaller mountain in Mal Pas and sat on a hill and watched the sunset. We knew this was the end to a surprising journey, we laughed and still tried to imagine how this was real life. The sky turned orange and the sun 536878_2941780279063_210771908_ndisappeared behind another mountain and all the was left was the ocean brushing up against the rugged mountains. The sound of waves crashing mixed quite well with the music of the Spanish club scene that was coming from a 90-year-old womans birthday party in a house just behind us. It was comical, viva la tierra, viva España, viva la vida. 



Spontaneity in Segorbe -January 12, 2013

Our plan was to bathe in the hot springs of Montanejos, but like most things, it did not go as planned. Saturday morning rolled around and to my surprise a good number of us were up and ready to take on a new part of Spain, it was not even 9:30am which is a time of day rarely seen in the study center (unless you are going to class, but this was a Saturday). The adventure began as soon as we walked out side of the study center, since we are on Spanish time here, naturally we were late. So we hailed a cab to take us 1/2 a mile to the bus station to make our 10 o’clock Montanejos bus! 9:55 we arrive, on time! We searched for our bus, and to our dismay the bus to Montanejos came everyday besides Saturday. Plan B, their was no Plan B. W were already at the bus station so we had one other option, Segorbe. This is a small medieval town located in the region of Valencia and province of Castellon. So we got on the bus and into the mountains we went!

The town was beautiful, their were mountains as far as the eye could see and the sun rays were beaming strong as ever!

We made our way to the highest point of the town, and hung out for a while at the remains of an ancient medieval castle located on the hill of ‘la estrella’

The view of the town of Segorbe from the top of La Estrella hill

It was quite evidant to all of the locals that we did not belong in Segorbe, we were defenitly the youngest people in town.

We than made our way to the square of agua limpia where you could see people filling their water jugs with the clean spring water. Segorbe is a town that is heavily devoted to it’s agriculture. On our ‘hike’ we stumbled into some gardens, the hard work was evident in the development and structure of these gardens.

Mountain side garden in Segorbe

Natasha and I flying high in Segorbe
(photo by Mili)

We explored the entire city in a little under 6 hours, if you are around the region of Valencia during Segorbe’s famous ‘Entrada de toros y caballos‘ which takes place in early September, this would be the time to check out the town. Thousands of tourist come to Segorbe to see the horses lead the bulls in the street. From the looks of the town, I feel that this is their main event of the year, a festival not to miss!


The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.”  -Germaine Greer