un-hurried

I didn’t think to bring my swimming costume to the beach in the middle of a European winter but with the sun baking down onto the concrete slipway at Cala Deia, my friend Lucy has already stripped down into her bikini and dived into the 15 degree celsius sea. She emerges beaming, cold water is a well documented therapy after all, whilst bemused hikers watch from the GR221 trail that runs above the cove. 

For the past 3 days, we’ve been traveling from the southwest of Mallorca across the Serra de Tramuntana mountain range, traversing the singular road that runs through the region, the MA-10. In summer months, the route is heaving, with traffic piling up around the quaint towns and villages with their narrow road systems and hairpin bends, but for us the landscapes feel vast and peaceful.