A few weekends ago I was in Mallorca for a very quick weekend. I wrote about what we did on the Saturday here. We packed so much into the two days that I thought the Sunday deserved it’s own blog post!
I was staying on my dad’s boat with his family, plus my sister and her boyfriend.i had a lie in then headed out for a glorious run around the bay at Porto du Soller. It’s an incredible spot and I would definitely recommend visiting to wander around the harbour and climb up to the lighthouse at the mouth of the bay.
We had planned to go sailing but realised it was too windy as soon as we put the sails up outside of the sheltered harbour. So we just turned around and motored straight back into the harbour. As a result we had to change our plans!
And that is how we came to visit what might be the prettiest little village on the Mediterranean – Deia.
It was made famous by the poet and novelist Robert Graves who first moved to the village in 1932. Graves LOVED Mallorca and campaigned hard to retain its natural beauty, hence the western coast being much less developed than the built-up areas around Magaluf and similar places!
We approached from the north in a taxi, winding steeply up a narrow road between olive groves. Some people now complain that Deia is too busy with tourists, but on a Sunday in August, in the middle of the summer holidays, there were only three other people exploring the sleepy pedestrianised cobbled streets up to the church – just off the main road to the right, a labyrinth of tiny streets and hidden staircases leads up to the church and graveyard, the dead as always having the best views down to the ocean below.
Back down the labyrinth of streets to the main road, the majority of the restaurants and shops are found slightly further along, some on the main road, others leading off up into the hillside or down towards the sea.
As we were just there for a short time, we only explored the village and ate lunch, but it would be a fantastic base for cycle trips to Mallorca (the roads are in wonderful condition but you better like hills!) or for hikes in the beautiful mountains.
We ate lunch in the cafe at La Residencia, an incredibly posh, luxurious hotel with stunning views over the honey-coloured houses of the town and down towards the turquoise of the sea. It was to be our last meal of the holiday so we over-ordered tapas and rosé wine and ate and drank to our hearts content.
The meal was fantastic – expensive but that was more to do with the 3 bottles of wine and cocktails we ordered than the food. If your budget can stretch to a lunch on the shaded terrace I would definitely recommend it!