In Palma de Mallorca, the capital of the island, we stood for a little eternity looking at the perfect angle of the palm tree at the Cathedral of Mallorca and its shadow.

A surprising amount of cats were chilling on their alternative beach, and they didn’t want to be taken on pictures though. However, as soon as we stepped into the sea, we forgot all about this unfortunate circumstance.

When the twilight comes down, look up and you will see that it’s not the birds who flip with their wings above your head, but bats. Fearless bats who are here at home. Their clumsy moves of wings against the darkening sky, silhouettes of the palm trees and glowing light of the street lamps are the moments we want to remember.

Neither of two us, once we grew up, had a chance or a particular desire to be back to the classic beach holidays preferring more adventurous style of travelling to slightly colder destinations. That’s why it was an amazing flush of memories being back to the souvenir shops with hats, sunglasses, sunscreens, silly towels etc., in a beautiful white Sant Elm.

Choosing a Vespa Scooter as a mean of transport allowed us being literally glued to each other, but we wouldn’t want ask for more. Constantly outdoors, enjoying the sun, enjoying the wind, enjoying the road, feeling the warmth of your partner – it couldn’t get better.

Where to rent a scooter on Mallorca?

Mallorca is not a hidden and unknown destination, there are hardly any tracks that haven’t yet been beaten, and just like many we were following pretty much the same itinerary, but every time we spotted some beauty on our own, no matter if it’s just a beautiful shade or a lonely house on the cliff, the joy was tremendous, because we felt like discoverers.

Do you remember that Fangorn Forest in “The Lord of the Rings”? The trees which had faces, soul and character? The same respect and admiration I experienced when we crossed the fields of the olive trees, every one of which looked human. A human much wiser and more patient than I am.

Scary and hypnotizing, down and down till you realize WHAT you have just passed through! Fortunately, it was still off-season, and we had this place all to ourselves without dozens of coaches with tourists who come to Sa Calobra every day on summertime.

Walking through the wall of wind in the Torrent de Pareis was an intensely beautiful and tiresome moment. It gave this feeling when you simply can’t hold your eyes open and you let yourself slide down and have a nap calmed by the sound of the waves.

Attracted by pictures with splendid gardens, we thought – why not after all? Thus we visited Jardines de Alfabia. Again, due to off-season, it was empty. A gorgeous manor with historic artefacts that made us feel so very much in Spain! And just for once putting traditional guitar music didn’t feel embarrassing but absolutely in a right place.

Climbing the Calvari Steps in Pollença was okay, but at the end, when we finally turned around to see what we deserved to see, our jaw dropped.

After a walk in Cala Ratjada (where you feel just like in Germany due to the massive amount of German tourists), we went up to see the lighthouse on Punta de Capdepera. But it was not the lighthouse we are going to remember, but the trees. It’s a metaphor for so many life lessons – in a place, which is not made to be lived in, the trees still manage to exist. Even if it means spending their whole life without a possibility to get up from the ground.

An absolute advantage of living in a country with a climate which is considered as bad, is our developing cold resistance. Thus, when majority of people find the temperature too low, we find it perfect. Which means that at the end, the overcrowded and expensive summer beaches, were completely empty in the end of April. Fantastic. Romantic. Beautiful. Our own.

Cala d’Or is not just another resort town of Mallorca, and God knows how many of them exist on the Eastern part of the island. Built in the thirties, Cala d’Or has its style. Minimalistic, white, an incredibly aesthetic style. When you expect nothing, you get everything. We simply loved that two hours walk in Cala d’Or.

A week of a tapas-sangria and orange juice diet. Not a day like in San Sebastian, but a week. Mercado Gastronomico San Juan is the place to fall in a tapas coma.