El Mollinar - Friday 13th October 2017

We rise late, feeling surprisingly ok after our late arrival night. We lounge around in the garden a while, soak in the jacuzzi, enjoy a leisurely brunch of fresh eggs, bread, cheese and tomatoes and the ever-delicious jamon ham. There isn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature is perfect. The sound of the water feature makes us feel soporific as we have a post-brunch lie-down in the sun.

Eventually we step out into the early afternoon warmth and wander down the end of the road to the glorious seafront. Restful tones of sandstone and faded terracotta spread before me, contrasting with the deep clear blue of the sea. Here are photos that tell the story ...

This is Mollinar

Shutters in bright shades of green and blue add pops of colour. The promenade is wide and stretches for miles in either direction. This is Mollinar. Dozens of cyclists whizz by; it’s an easy way to get about, especially given the miles of dedicated two-way cycle lanes. One must be wary of the steady stream of cyclists when crossing the road; there are more bikes than cars. Uh-oh, I almost get myself run down by a cyclist while taking a photo. Must take more care. 

The water is crystal clear, people are swimming, sunbathing, strolling. This has surely got to be up there with the best seafront walks in the world. We have no need to hurry.

In the distance is Palma. There are majestic palm trees everywhere, in every shape, style and height available on earth. Is this how the capital got its name?

There are bars and restaurants galore. A beer beckons and soon enough we find ourselves sitting under an umbrella at Villa del Mar drinking Estrella. The first one hardly touches the sides. Nibbles come in the form of deep fried corn kernels. I find them incredibly more-ish; Peter isn’t a big fan. 

Ah, this is the life. But do beware those bikes!

We walk on further, past thatched umbrellas dotted along the beach, as the sun moves lower in the sky. It is wine o’clock so we stop at a little restaurant/bar and settle in over a nice cold white wine.

The sun begins to set and we decide to stay on and eat here. Moving seems too much like hard work! The menu is Italian inspired; we have salads and prawns and the freshest avocado. We fill ourselves with pizza and more wine as the sun turns into an orange ball of fire and sinks beneath the horizon. We trundle home, happy and full and most definitely in Mediterranean holiday mode. 

The night is young ... especially for this part of the world. 

We are back at home but the above still applies. We put on music from the 1980s and open a nice bottle of red. We dance and laugh and reminisce ... Bronski Beat, Human League, ABC and the obscure but fabulous Orange Juice. And so so much more. 

Suddenly it is nearly 3am. Or maybe later, I really don’t remember. And it really doesn’t matter. None of us care. 

In all reality, it’s the end of a perfect Mallorca day. And night. Perfection!

OBSERVATION OF THE DAY:

This is definitely my kind of lifestyle - ignore morning, get up late, eat, relax, read, come to life in the afternoon, walk, eat, drink, eat. Walk and talk. Do what you have to do. Have a siesta. Drink. Eat tapas. Talk. Drink some more. Enjoy the sunset, watch the night sky. Drink. Dance. Laugh. Retire in the early hours. Repeat. I LOVE SPAIN!