My best friend’s grandmother bought a flat in Mallorca almost 40 years ago. Growing up, she was the glamorous, almost mythical grandmother who spent half the year in Spain. For my high school graduation 10 years ago, my gift was a plane ticket to Mallorca, where I spent several happy weeks frolicking with my best friend, her mother, and her grandmother, whom I call Nana.
Mallorca is, to use a total cliché, an island paradise. The waters are turquoise blue, the beaches sandy and golden, the air crisp and clear, and the people friendly and gorgeous. It also has wonderful history and depth to it – Palma, the capital, is home to one of the largest Gothic cathedrals in the world. It was built by nomadic Moors, whose typical narrow and meandering streets make for delightful afternoons of wandering and exploring. There are also underground caves, mountains, secluded coves… it truly is a dream!
Nana’s flat is right on the beach, and I was fortunate enough to travel there again in college when I studied abroad in Spain. Before the start of every summer I can feel my Mallorcan biological clock start ticking… I long to wear billowy dresses, eat Mallorcan pastries on the balcony, snack on tapas at sunset, and take long siestas on the beach.