Five weeks ago I was on the beach. This beach, to be exact:
While my Mallorca experience amounts to several weeks on the island, I don’t know much about the beaches. Ask me about a terraza in town to lazily lay across, caña in hand, and I can whip out six suggestions on the spot. However, because I’m here to work, you’re more likely to catch me sunning in the light from my computer screen than on sandy shores. Enter the coworkers, who have time to catch a bus to the beach if they finish early for the day. I picked their brains for advice on where to go on my one official day off of the week, and a little beach called Illetes was it.
Platja Illetes – a bit more commercial
Back to Comptessa
Andres and I caught the number three bus to the end of its journey. From here we had the option of either going to a stretch of beach called Illetes, or Comptessa Cove. After scooping out both, we chose the latter. As opposed to the commercial beach on the other side of us, Comptessa had a more natural feel, as it was buried halfway in woods. From our lookout above the treetops, we could peer down at swimmers in the startlingly clear water below. We didn’t have to choose between mountains or the beach; we were able to take in sand and surf as we tried our best to avoid sticking our feet with pine needles. After going for a swim, we moved to a rocky part of the beach (which deterred most visitors) and watched boats sail near the cove.
Of the handful of times I went to the beach this July, this was certainly my favorite. The beach was quiet, the sun was glorious, and the company was top-notch. With someone from my Madrid life visiting in Palma, it was the first time I’d been able to disconnect from my work, as well. Even before we left the beach, I knew that this idyllic day at the cove be the highlight of my July.