It's been 6 months since I've written about where I LIVE!!! During that time, I wrote about my HomeExchange trips to Ibiza and Copenhagen. I figured it's high time to get to back to matters Mallorca....after all, the blog is CALLED 'Magical Mallorca!!'
First stop...Cala Pi (Cah-lah Pee):
The word 'Cala' means 'Cove' in Spanish and boy do we have a LOT of them on this island 60 miles long and 20 miles wide.
When I go to the beach, I generally prefer to go to coves versus the typical long strips of open sand and surf. The water in coves tend to be calmer with little wave action and the shallow depth helps keep the water warmer as well. Plus, boats of all sizes and types anchor there giving off a ritzy ambiance. Most coves are flanked by higher terrain and rock outcrops making it feel like a private, hidden gem. Some of the more popular calas have one or two open air shanty-like restaurants which adds a cherry atop the whole experience.
Cala Pi is about 40 minutes from Palma. I've been there before, but only saw it from the cliffs that surround it. I had no clue there was a beach, nor how to get down to the bottom. Measured from the opening at the sea, the cutout of the cove stretches about 1,600 feet back into the terrain and not more than 150 feet in width.
The tower in the first photo is one of many dotting the coastline of Mallorca. They were used as lookouts, to monitor activity at sea. If, for example, a pirate ship was spotted, person(s) manning the tower would start a fire to send a warning to other towers so they could prepare to protect their villages, etc.
Recently, I spotted a photo on Instagram someone took while they were ON the beach. That's when I knew there WAS a beach somewhere at the end of the cove. So, I did some Googling and found instructions for locating the only path that leads down to it. There were a lot of comments posted saying the path was steep and a lot of steps to climb, etc. I wasn't looking forward to that part.
The narrow road was one 180 degree switchback after another. Yet another reason it's so great to explore on a moto. At the bottom, there were several small areas for cars to park, but those in cars still had a long walk ahead of them. Not me, I buzzed right by them and was able to park my bike within 100 feet of the beach!
I left Cala Deia, climbed all the switchbacks, and back to the main highway. I was looking for something I had seen from a monastery I visited some time ago. I spotted a white domed rotunda/gazebo on a property about 500 yards away that clearly had jaw-dropping views. But, I didn't know how to GET to it. I suspected it was on the Marroig property (former residence of Archduke Ludwig Salvator), so that's where I headed.
Marroig was just a few miles down the road from the town of Deia. I pulled off the road and parked next to a small plaza of tables, a snack stand, and a few viewing platforms. At the time, I didn't know what the Marroig was...I thought it was a fancy hotel because access to the parking for the property was restricted.