Mallorca: Arrival

Last year, for the first time in my life I went for a holiday on the island of Mallorca (Majorca) - which, for many Germans, is THE holiday destination and place for retirement. I wrote about my reservations here; we did end up having a really good time, but I also found most of my preconceptions confirmed, and didn't think I'd be back anytime soon.

This year, I have been away already several times; England in May, Italy in June, France in August, plus a few fairs to work at such as Düsseldorf in February and Cologne in August.
Now, me working from home means I am never really stressed, but RJ works a LOT, and since he's only had the week at Lake Garda (which wasn't as good as it should have been), he was well and truly ready for another break. We both didn't want to go on a long flight for merely a week off; we wanted to go to a place where we'd have sunshine almost guaranteed, plus it had to fit my budget - therefore, we ended up travelling to Mallorca again.

This time, we chose a small town in the North of the island, Alcúdia (to be more precise, Playa de Muro); last year, we were in the East.

We arrived in the late afternoon with enough time to get settled into our room and then go for a nice first stroll along the beach before dinner.

Our room and the view from our balcony.

We met this turtle upon our arrival on the beach. 

Oh, and the Sea! This is the view towards Port d'Alcúdia.

The sun was already quite low. Almost time for us to head back to the hotel across the dune and get dressed for dinner.

These two were on high alert; RJ spotted them, and I wonder what they were waiting for. Are there mice among the dunes? Or small birds and lizards in the grass? Or were they just having an eye on the few tourists that were still out on the beach at that time?

 

That had to do for our first glimpse of beach and sea and sun. We'd have plenty of time to enjoy it all during the week - we thought... Things turned out to be a bit different, but more of that later.