The 2016 solo adventure is booked!

Initially I was considering Peru and an inclusive tour traveling between the Amazon, Lake Titicaca and hiking Machu Picchu. After reading several blogs and articles, the mosquitos talked me out of the trip (for now). One blog suggested slathering yourself in an unscented shampoo building a barrier between your skin and the mosquitos…which sounds incredibly disgusting and not what I’m in the mood to sign up for this trip. After remembering the number of mosquitos I met on my trip to Belize, and considering the zika virus… I decided to pass (for now).  

Then I considered where else I would want to travel alone and again and again I was dreaming of the Mediterranean Sea I fell in love with last year. So…rather than go to Italy for the fourth time… I will be taking my longest and farthest adventure yet! Fifteen days in Athens and three Greek islands. And, after spending over 24 hours in the Barcelona airport last year, I made sure to end my trip on a Friday in case there is another crazy delay. 


I wrapped up my Portugal/Spain trip in Barcelona.   I spent one day wandering the city on my own and one day on a food and wine tour in the neighboring mountains before heading off to the airport.

I arrived in the evening and immediately regretted leaving all of the tranquility of Mallorca.

I sat outside at a bodega across from my hotel for a quick dinner and was immediately warned of the terrible pickpocket problem by a waiter who clipped my bag to a chair.

The next day I went exploring.  I went to Sagrada Familia (where after 133 years construction is still underway), then Park Guell, a short cruise and a stroll along Placa de Catalunya.  It was an enjoyable day, but I could not find what I was looking for.  I’m not sure if I was tired of traveling, or if the contrast between the peace of Deia and the bustle of Barcelona was just too much for me.  I was beginning to miss home.

On the last day before my flight home, I had an amazing day-long food and wine tour booked.  The food and wine was unbelievable.  The tour guide was the worst I’ve ever experienced.  We stopped and asked for directions four times, and circled the mountains lost numerous times throughout the afternoon.  I missed seeing olive oil being made (disappointing), but I did get to see Montserrat for half an hour (a very rushed amount of time).  Eating lunch outside overlooking olive trees was beautiful, but there was always a tiny dread of getting back in the van and driving in circles which put a slight damper on the outing.

I hope if you go, you find more enjoyment than I did, and perhaps go to Barcelona before visiting Mallorca!


The Palma airport was a bit crammed with every vacationing European all in one tiny airport.  I had a booked rental car – and apparently so did every other person in the airport.  Unfortunately, they had all booked with the same cheap company I had booked with.  After 45 minutes waiting in line and only moving from side to side so luggage carts pushing by might avoid my ankles – I decided to make a bold move.  I decided with 24 hours on the island I wasn’t going to spend a minute more in the terminal, so I went up to one of the three rental counters without a line heading all the way back to Seville and booked a second car.

With two rental cars paid for, and finally finding one in the garage, I plugged in my Garmin and was on my way… and then I realized the Garmin only had American maps loaded.  So with the knowledge that I should drive north toward Sollér and then west toward Deià, and praying not to get lost on the hairpin turns of the Serra de Tramuntana mountain range I was off.

Amazingly, I made it to Soller and then to my hotel without a single wrong turn.  I felt like I had a navigating talent.  The hotel, Hotel Costa D’or had a view of the Mediterranean, the mountains, a pool and I couldn’t wait to run down to the sea.

I did not go directly to the sea, instead I walked miles to the Deià beach and to the restaurants. I zigzagged up and down the coast, through the pine forest and met only a handful of other people along the route. After lunch I made my way down to a peaceful private cove to relax. Afterward relaxing I seemed to lose my bearings and zagged when I should have zigged.  I lost my way. There is no place I would rather get lost, however… after rock climbing, jumping a fence, scraping my shins and having pine needles in my hair I started to worry it would get dark. I found a house with a man watering some plants and yelled to him. He was a German man kind enough to let me cross through his yard to the road which led straight back to my hotel.

Although I was tired after my five or six hours wandering at the edge of the sea, I decided I wanted a meal and so after showering I had a three course meal watching the sun sink into the sea and it was the happiest meal I’ve had in ages. 

Pack your bags for Mallorca as soon as you can. I know I can’t wait to plan my return!!

** returned the cost of the prepaid but unused rental car and I  recommend the ease of the customer service experience.


The Real Alcazar is the oldest European palace (1364) still in use today by a royal family and a UNESCO World Heritage Site.  The palace combines breathtaking gardens with peaceful water features with Moorish architecture.  Besides being an amazing palace, the vast gardens alone are worth the visit.  I enjoyed them so much I visited the palace twice while I was in Seville.    Getting lost in the gardens with only the sounds of the nearby water features transported me to another time and another world.  I hope you will get a small taste of that faraway land…