We rolled out of bed around 8 am and had a lovely breakfast (chocolate croissants, fresh strawberries and coffee) on the porch while we planned the day. We decided to hit the northern end of the island since we had a car at our disposal. Jon plotted our route, and we hit the road. With only a slight detour (which landed us on a walled in road only wide enough for one car) we wound our way north from Cala D’ Or to Santanyi to Felanitx to Manacor and then up to Alcudia.
Much to our surprise, we arrived in the middle of the Faire de Alcudia. We spent some time wandering around old town, which is built inside the original medieval fortifications, and then walked in the direction of Pollentia, the remains of a roman town. Sadly, the ruins were closed for the day, but we got to admire them through the fence. We walked through the local livestock exhibition admiring sheep and goats and even some Scottish cows. Near the end, we came upon a group of horses picketed along the fence, each with a sign describing the breed and uses. As I was looking at the sign for the first of them, he lunged forward and clamped down on some shirt, bra and a large portion of boob. Oh my god that hurt. I backed away and managed to pretend like it wasn’t as bad as it seemed, mostly to make Jon calm down. I even managed to keep up that BS for 15 or so minutes, until I pulled the shirt away a bit and realized I had a HUGE bruise already, and was bleeding a bit. Yay. Attacked by livestock…
After that, we decided to stick to the open air market. We wandered about for nearly 2 hours. Eating small donut-like pastries and taking in the sights.
By mid-afternoon, we headed back to Cala D’ Or (avoiding those one lane roads) and had a late lunch on our huge patio.
Post lunch saw us again climbing around on a new set of cliffs, where I took tons of pictures until the sun was down and we were forced in by the swarms of mosquitoes.
After I had a long hot bath and Jon had a siesta on the sofa, we hit town for some tapas and sangria before calling it a night.