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Mallorca: In like Flynn

Updated: Mar 3


A few years ago, in December, I went to Barcelona in search of sunshine. My misguided sense of geography placed it in a much warmer space than it really is, and my long-sleeved t-shirt proved incapable of keeping me warm. This time, I decided to seek my winter sun earlier, in Mallorca. Arriving on a glorious sunny day, not a single fluffy white cloud marring the cobalt blue sky, I know I made the right decision.


Zipping through the outskirts of Palma de Mallorca, the capital of the Balearic Islands in Spain, I vow to visit soon, but my first stop is the beach at Illetas, nine kilometres south west of Palma. The gold-tinged sand crunches between my toes as I stroll gratefully along the 200-metre long expanse, my face upturned to greet the sun. The beach sits at the end of a u-shaped inlet, the azure sea gently lapping at the shore. It is surrounded by steep cliffs, where hotels and apartments perch like eagles, their gazes trained at the horizon.

The Hotel BonSol Resort & Spa shares this viewpoint, nestled in verdant gardens that give it a secluded air despite its central location. I enter the cool space and I’m greeted with a cheery “Hola” and a warm smile – a familiar moment for every guest throughout the hotel’s 60-year history of welcoming visitors to Mallorca. The BonSol is a family hotel in more ways than one. It is family-run, on its third generation, and guests are made to feel part of the family. It’s like coming home – if your home is an extensive Spanish castle.


Sixty odd years ago, Antonio and Roger Xamena moved from Palma to Illetas and refurbished an old manor house on the Bendinat Castle Estate. Missing the bustle of city life, they decided to take in paying guests and arranged for taxi drivers to suggest BonSol to cruise passengers arriving at Palma's thriving port. Among the first guests was Australian-born swashbuckling Hollywood actor Errol Flynn, who enjoyed his stay so much that he returned several times and eventually rented a house nearby.

Errol Flynn was born in Tasmania, as was I, so it's with a sense of following in the actor’s footsteps that I trail behind Alejandro, the hotel’s Director, as he shows me through the estate. It it is larger than it feels, the rooms and villas spread throughout a large swathe of lush sub-tropical gardens, which are some of the finest on the island. The hotel’s eclectic décor includes travel treasures collected by the family over the years, creating an intimate feel, with numerous cosy corners in which to curl up with a book or a glass of wine, or as is my plan, both.


At dinner, I sit at the terrace restaurant, dining on succulent grilled lamb as the waves kiss the shore below. The inky blackness of the sea is spread out before me and a balmy breeze swirls through the air, tickling my neck on its way past. A singer gently strums an acoustic guitar, crooning familiar tunes to accompany the meal. There’s no place I’d rather be at this moment.

I start the next day with a complimentary yoga session in the hotel’s dedicated yoga studio, stretching out the kinks of a deep sleep. After indulging at the breakfast buffet, I begin my tour of the island. Despite sounding like Harry Potter’s nemesis, Valdemossa is rumoured to be the island’s prettiest village. Inching its way up the foothills of the Tramuntana mountain range, about 17 kilometres from Palma, the village is surrounded by forested hills and lush countryside. The narrow streets and lanes constructed with blonde stone are fringed by doorways punctuated by brightly coloured flowers tumbling from planter boxes.


It is the 13th century monastery here that is perhaps the biggest drawcard. It is no surprise to learn the stone edifice with its distinctive teal tower has provided inspiration for many, including Polish composer Frederic Chopin. It was here at the Real Cartuja that Chopin spent one winter with French writer Aurore Dupin, better known as her alias George Sand.

Around 25 kilometres away, Port de Soller also lures its fair share of visitors. Reached by road, or by heritage tramway from Soller itself, the water is lined with restaurants and cafes. Yachts bob in the bay, the mountains providing a dramatic backdrop. It’s a place to linger, to sip on coffee and contemplate life, mesmerised by the soothing splash at boats drift in from their day on the water.


Arriving back at BonSol, I have just enough time for a late afternoon dipm so I race to the beach. The delicious chill of the water sets my body tingling as I glide into the deep. From here, I can see how the hotel hikes its hill, the white buildings peeking out between the trees.


At dinner, I sample the delights of the more formal restaurant. Couples of all ages hold hands over the dining tables, in a moment of old-fashioned glamour. A musical duo performs for patrons as we dine on the exquisite cuisine presented in the set menu. This is a place of romance and charm, and I almost expect to see a young Errol Flynn swan in.

I have one more day to explore Mallorca’s delights, which I dedicate to Palma’s old town. Martin Xamena, at BonSol’s helm, invites me to tag along on his expedition to Mercat De L'olivar, a central produce market. We stroll aisle after aisle, admiring the brightly hued Mallorcan fruit tumbling from display baskets, the enormous legs of cured ham strung in a line over meat counters, and the towers of fish and seafood, so fresh the only scent is of the ocean. “Here,” Martin says, pointing to a busy counter. We edge in and secure a coveted space, where we snack on plump oysters washed down with crisp white wine.

Bidding Martin farewell, my cheeks ruddy from the midday drink, I amble down cobbled alleys, past open squares filled with cafes and laughter, past artists and street performers, bag-sellers and musicians. My goal is the jaw-dropping Cathedral of Santa Maria of Palma, a structure so immense that the best view is from several streets away. The cathedral was begun in 1229, but it's somewhat tardy construction wasn't finished until 1601. The horses and carriages hitched by the building add to its appeal.


The evening finds me back at the hotel’s beachside restaurant, my hair still damp from an afternoon swim. As my heart is warmed by sips of velvety red wine, I am content. I promise to come back to magical Mallorca, and when I do, I know the BonSol will welcome me home.


#Spain #Mallorca

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