Biniali, Majorca, Spain
Café con Leche
So straightforward.
Bar Centro, Biniali
We decided to travel to Majorca on the suggestion of Bryan’s IG colleague, John. John is an avid and intrepid traveler, so it was easy for us to follow every instruction. Our Airbnb is located in Biniali, a small town of 200 people - just 20 minutes outside of Palma. We arrived very late at night, so we had to wait until morning to see the rustic, Napa-like landscape of red earth and stretches of grape vines.
Breakfast was simple and delicious: open-faced sandwiches of cheese, tomato, and ham. We washed it all down with an espresso with milk and set off for Sóller, a town north of where we’re staying. Sóller is a cute town, complete with a town square, church, and train that winds through the town. Naturally, we saw clusters of young families with toddlers, who were freaking out over the train. After an hour of walking around, we decided to head to Cap de Formentor - one of the northernmost points on the island. The drive is a tight two-lane zigzag, so Bryan was glad to have rented the automatic, not the manual car. 😅 We stopped at every stop for photos, along with the German, Russian, and English tourists. The landscape is insane - blue, turquoise, gray, green. We are reminded of Hawaii, but know that this place is completely different and special.
On our drive back from Cap de Formentor, we looked down the cliffs to see a beach, where people appeared like dots. We knew there must be some way to get down there, so we sleuthed while driving to find the entrance. #secretbeach is called Cala Figuera. There, we found just a handful of people sunning and swimming. We hadn’t worn our suits down to the beach, so we teetered on just jumping into the water with our skivvies, or just go naked - like that one guy did. We have a few days on the island, so we promised ourselves we’d come back in the next day or two.
Dinner was miserably bad at the highest rated restaurant in Inca, according to TripAdvisor - womp, womp. But, what made it better was the FC Real Madrid channel on the bar TVs and the non-stop Mariah Carey jams above. We came back home with a bottle of Crianza from the local winery in the town over from where we’re staying. And, polished it off while having a great conversation with Sabine, our Airbnb host.
Crianza, 2012
José L. Ferrer, Binissalem
