When we left Morocco, we went directly to the Cap Rocat hotel in Mallorca. Actually, this hotel is the reason we went to Mallorca at all. I saw Cap Rocat in an interview with someone (can’t remember who) on some website (can’t remember which) about their favorite hotel in the world. A fortress on a bluff over the sea. Sounded pretty good to me. Cap Rocat (as Carlos affectionately nicknamed “Camp Rocket”) was luxurious and relaxing. A perfect juxtaposition to the dust and sweat of the Moroccan back roads that still clung to us.
The hall to our room
Here I am at the spa.
Carlos diving into the water from the hotel’s sea access
Neverending gratuitous champagne
Tunnels
Breakfast is served on your private patio, straw hats included.
Carlos can only take so much pampering at a time. We left on the Vespa, and (with no reservations) looped the entire island. Staying in places we found along the way.
We stopped at the Cuevas del Drach. You are serenaded by live classical music and then ride in boats in an underground lake. Busy and touristly, but fun.
The sweetest market for postcards and fresh juice on the road.
Found this great hotel in Deia.
If you tell people it’s your honeymoon, they will literally always give you free champagne.
Always in search of a beach restaurant and a whole fresh fish.
Found an empty castle to play on in Arta.
This was the funniest place we stayed. A tiny hotel in a park for nature hikers. No decorations apart from the elaborate towel swans.
Carlos blending in.
The cliffs of Banyalbufar. The last stop. Adios, Mallorca.