My last post left off with Lis and me finally–FINALLY–arriving at Dante’s place in Porto Cristo, despite Murphy’s best attempts to thwart us with his stupid Law. This is the point in the story where our bad luck finally decided to cut us some slack for a few days, and it turned into an AMAZING weekend.
As Lis and I approached Dante’s address, we saw two men standing in a doorway conversing with each other. Sure enough, it turned out to be Dante, and he introduced the man next to him as his brother, Matias, who lived on the floor directly above Dante’s. Matias bid us adiós and Dante gave us a tour of his digs. As it turned out, we wouldn’t be sleeping on a couch at all, but a bunk bed that Dante had in a room specifically designated for CouchSurfers! SCORE! He even had a spare laptop that he said was ours to use whenever we felt like. Within a few minutes, our host was already exceeding our expectations.
He gave us a tour and was very gracious, making it clear that we were allowed to use anything in his home and to come and go as we pleased. Lis and I found out that he’s a pretty creative guy: he’s in a band and also works as a freelance graphic and Web site designer. He took us to a local grocery store so we could buy our food and supplies for the next few days (bread, ham, cheese, cereal, milk, yogurt, and apples), then we hopped in his car and got a quick tour of Porto Cristo and neighboring areas of the island. He drove us to some cliffs and we were treated to spectacular views of the coastline and beaches. I could not believe how beautiful this place is.
We headed back to his place for lunch (a refreshing and delicious salad), and after that Lis and I couldn’t wait any longer – after having taken in just a little bit of Mallorca’s natural beauty, we HAD to get down to the beach! Dante said he had some work he wanted to knock out, so despite our best efforts to convince him to come down to the beach with us, Dante did the responsible thing and stayed in. Lis changed into her bathing suit (I had been wearing mine underneath my clothes the entire time, if it’s any indication of how excited I was to go to the beach), and Operation Get-A-Tan officially commenced! We made our way down to Porto Cristo’s beach (ah, yes, I forgot to mention that Dante lives just a 2-minute walking distance from a lovely little beach), where we spent the next few hours basking in the rays of the life-giving sun and engaging in a session of Girl Talk.
After we were sufficiently satisfied with our sun soaking (alliteration for the win), we took a leisurely stroll around the town, peered in different stores, tried to understand the signs written in Catalan, made fun of the stereotypical touristy gifts (Flamenco figurines for sale in a part of the country where Flamenco is not a part of the culture in any way, shape or form are very conspicuous), and enjoyed some overpriced and delicious ice cream. We eventually meandered back to Dante’s place, where he was conveniently finishing up his work. The three of us made our way to his courtyard, where he revealed his hammock! Lis and I took turns swaying on it while we engaged in a conversation with Dante, getting to know our host. After a while, we were joined by Dante’s friend, Jeremy, who had dropped by for a quick visit. Jeremy is a professional photographer with a very unique perspective on almost every aspect of life, so a conversation with him proved to be a fascinating one. At some point Dante revealed that we’d be going to one of his favorite restaurants for a Mallorcan dinner, and I made my way to the shower so we’d all have enough time to get ready before dinner. By the time I emerged to let Lis have her turn, Jeremy had left.
But much time didn’t pass before we were joined by another one of Dante’s friends, Sath. Sath is a professional artist (are you starting to see a trend here? Dante is a graphic designer, Jeremy is a photographer, Sath is an artist… Lis and I had stumbled upon a pretty creative group of people!), and his medium of choice is spray paint. But Lis and I couldn’t believe it when we saw some of his art– it didn’t look like any graffiti we’d ever seen!
It’s all made with spray paint! The above images were taken from Sath’s Web site, where you can see more of his work! www.sath.es
While we waited for one more of Dante’s friends to arrive, Dante and Sath showed us a video that Dante had put together of the trip to Thailand and Cambodia that they had taken a few months prior. It’s an AMAZING video! Dante has some serious video-editing skills, and it was a lot of fun to see their trip. Click HERE to watch the video! At one point in the vid, they suddenly show a MASSIVE spider in their teeny-weeny hotel room, and, being an extremely jumpy person with a bad case of arachnophobia, I flinched and started screaming when I saw the spider, partially because it caught me by surprise, and partially because the guys in the video were screaming, so it was contagious. My screaming made Lis scream (told ya it’s contagious), and it was right at this exact moment when Dante’s friend, Nico, steps in. The poor guy was so confused, walking into a room with two screaming strangers. We calmed down and paused the video in order to be introduced to Nico, and then the five of us finished watching the video together. No more spiders, thankfully!
Now that we were all gathered, we made our way to the restaurant, where Dante is friends with the chef. Lis and I had no idea, but we were in for a treat! Dante picked out a few things, then a plate arrived. Then another. And another. Plate after plate after plate kept coming to the table, and some of the things hadn’t even been asked for! And it was all delicious! Dante also had us order a traditional Mallorcan drink called hierbas. Hierbas is an herbal liqueur that is said to be good for digestion, so that’s why we had it after our feast. It’s made from distilled molasses and wine, with herbs like aniseed, mint, chamomile, rosemary, thyme and fennel. It was sweet, though a bit strong, but Lis and I both liked it.
After dinner (we each only ended up paying 13 Euros for ALL of it! Including the drink!), we headed to a bar, where we met up with Matias and his fiancée. We ordered another local specialty, the mojito mallorquín. It’s made using the Mallorcan liquor called licor de palo, then they add white sugar, fresh mint, 2 pieces of lime, a little bit of soda, and crushed ice.
As you can imagine, after eating all of that food and enjoying those two drinks, I was starting to feel a bit sleepy. We all were, I believe! We headed back to Dante’s home, where Dante, Sath, Nico, Lis and I chatted some more and the guys shared funny Spanish YouTube videos with the American girls. The Spanish comedians spoke really quickly, and even though Lis and I are both Spanish-speaking Hispanics, it occasionally got difficult to understand the Spaniard comedians. But the guys were great; they were patient and would pause the videos and explain the jokes whenever they would see our eyes glaze over or give them confused glances. After a while we decided to call it a night, made plans to see each other again, and as I lay in the bunk bed that night staring up at the wooden planks supporting Lis’s bed, I couldn’t help but be grateful for how much better this day had been than the day before. I was excited to see how the next day would go, and quickly fell asleep thanks to the energy-draining properties of the sun and a belly full of delicious food and a couple of drinks.
Coming up in the next post: Saturday– a day that included explorations, bumming it on another beach, tostones, more creative people, a few bars and nightclubs, and bumping into tennis superstar Rafael Nadal (with a photo to prove it)!
To those who celebrate it, have a Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays to everyone, wherever you are in this beautiful world. 🙂