Biniali, Majorca & Alaior, Menorca, Spain
Café con Leche
Farewell, Bar Centro.
Bar Centro, Biniali
We spent the morning, saying our last goodbyes to the gang. Sheela had made a wonderful vegetable soup from her bounty from yesterday’s market. So, we had breakfast/lunch with her, Enno, Sabine, and the dogs. We learned a few days earlier that Enno knows the bassist from CAN, one of Bryan’s favorite band. So, naturally, any time with Enno meant talking about music. We didn’t want to leave Biniali. It felt like we were in the company of old friends.
But, we had a flight to catch to Menorca! Total flight time was 30 minutes - probably the shortest flight we’ve ever been on. Once we landed, we embarked on our most ambitious adventure: successfully driving a manual car out of the car rental lot. Bryan had practiced driving stick shift for a total of 2 hours before we left San Francisco. So, we were both anxious about driving in Europe (Bryan more than Yennie). When we were trying to leave out of the rental lot, the customer service rep came out to assist us. Menorcan Catalan + English + Stick Shift = Fuggedaboutit. 😅
Our friend Tiff, who had taken off a whole year to travel, mentioned that learning how to drive stick while traveling was one of the worst experiences she had. We anticipated it, but didn’t know exactly how stressful and terrible it would actually be. See, Majorca and Menorca are both tiny islands with windy roads. In Majorca, we could get an automatic car - easy. In Menorca, no such thing.
So, we had to make our way to our beautiful, but very out-of-the-way Airbnb in the countryside with minimal directions whilst stalling at every wrong turn. Yennie found this whole thing to be pretty miserable. Bryan was anxious, nervous, but learning. We finally did end up at our Airbnb, but we sufficiently uninterested in getting back in the car. Perhaps as a defense mechanism, we promptly took a nap.
When we woke up, we were hungry. But, getting dinner meant driving. And, it was a Sunday - so many of the more nearby options (still a 20-30 minute walk to town) were probably closed. We decided to go to a restaurant suggested by the New York Times, which turned out to be about 20 minutes away on big roads.
Fornells is a cute little town on a small inlet. It was completely empty when we arrived, with just a few people taking walks along the water and kayak vendors closing up shop. After successfully parking the car, we walked to Sa Llagosta, a seafood restaurant. Of course, it’s closed. (We’ll come back in a few days.) So, we wandered over to some random bar and had yet another meh dinner. But, we had reason to celebrate! Bryan drove us to Fornells! Drinks for everyone! Oh wait, no one is here. LOL.
Moritz, Beer
Ooh, something else on draught!
Sa Taula, Carrer Major, 2, Fornells
