Palma de Mallorca
Friday, July 17th, 2009
by Isaure Cointreau
Semana Santa is a week where Christians commemorate the passion, death and resurrection of Christ. As for being very important days in the Spanish culture with these amazing street processions, it is also a holiday. With a week on their hands without having to go to Uni., what would international students do with their free time? Travel would be a good guess. Therefore with a quick look on the Ryanair website, the tickets were booked in a second for a fair price.
We were three girls, two French and one American, all with one same envy as to relax and discover the secrets of the Baleares. Staying at the Hostel Mimosa in Illetas, we were a 40 mn bus drive from the center of Palma and it was fantastic. Illetas is like a little village of its own on the shore, and has magical little beaches that will make anybody staying in the center of the city mad jealous. Therefore the weekend was about settling in, visiting the city and enjoying the sun by the sea.
The capital of the Island although it is a very touristy destination and an Ibiza kind of look in the summer, it had nothing to do with it as the off-season makes it a wonderful place to be. Culturally there are many things to see. The Cathedral of La Seu is one not to miss as it is as imposing as it is charming, with its incredible gardens and architecture. However to all Mallorcan visitors I would suggest to flee the city as there is so much more.
The Soller Harbor is one of the hotspots, and the transportation that will accommodate you is quite an experience. The little train station Plaza de Espana in Palma will bring you throughout a picturesque drive in a 1900 train to the little town. When arriving at destination, have a litlle walk throughout the village, and a taste of the many typical pastries. Then a tram will be of service to bring you to the port. It is a sight to be seen as you wonder around the streets of the village. My memories are filled with bright colors, sunshine, incredible views of the blue horizon and the perfume of oranges.
To be sure there are many stops one would like to have a go to in this paradisiacal island, though as short trips don’t always allow to do so, priorities are a must. Therefore our second destination was Valdemossa. After a short bus drive throughout the hills and mountains of the inner-grounds of Mallorca we arrived in a very French looking and charming village. Greens are all over the place and as it was then raining, it gave a very intense country side look, through even more enchanting. It is the sort of place you can imagine nature as being a whole and alive creature, filled with beauty, mystery and peace. Others before me had had this impression, and as their illustrious names are engraved to the pace and ambiance of the place, it gains in appeal. Chopin and Georges Sand, Ruben Dario, Jorge Luis Borges, and believe it or not Michael Douglas and Catherine Zeta Jones, were fascinated by it and lived there for a while.
Pollenca was our last stop and our motivation was set to go to highest Northern part of the Island. Less typical or less charming the town is more of a resort than anything else. Though being divided in two different entities one can share separate enjoyments. With the old town on the one side which offers great sights and cute little old streets to wonder in, and the modern side as in the harbor, it’ll depend what you are looking for. After enjoying the more cultural and picturesque part of the city, I suggest you ask someone a ride to get to the sea because it is a long walk ahead. When getting there, the next best thing to do is have coffee and dessert in a little café that is set on the water and enjoy for one the view and a good book. Though if the weather permits it you might want to enjoy the sea delights or try kite-surfing as it is really popular there.
How about Semana Santa? It wasn’t Seville’s breathtaking processions though it was nevertheless very impressive. Abby was at first put off by the K.K.K robes and masks though knowing it had nothing to do with that she then enjoyed the ceremony as much as we did. The people that march in the streets in these long costumes are all volunteers making amends for their past sins and showing their devotion to their religion. This marvelous act of faith makes one wonder, Christian or not. Carrying carts filled with candles and showing off either the Virgin Marie or the pain of Christ, the ceremony was very touching. Children accompany them on their route watching out for the wax falling of the candles and giving out candy to other kids watching the assembly. This detail made me smile as it gave to the whole parade a less grave tone, adding a warm and friendly touch to it.
After this we went back to Illetas to enjoy our night at the cocktail bar, talking to the cook of the hostel and having a taste of his fancy salmon. I’ll come back that’s for sure. Mallorca would be a wonderful island to live on, though I would exclude tourist season in it. Speaking with the locals it apparently destroys the charms and looks of the summer holidays and throughout the years of the capital city. However, what a sight to seen! There are so many places to go to, things to see and views to be had from one end of the island to another. “Enchanting” this would be my word to define it.

