At the end of our one week in Palma (see posts from there here, here, here, here, here), Ken and I were not ready to head home. The day before our flight, we looked at one another and knew we had to ditch our flight. That’s one of the nice things about living in London – the flights to beautiful places are so cheap, that you can easily make a spontaneous decision with minimal damage to the wallet. I think we lost about $60 each on our flights, and the decision the extend the trip was certainly worth it.
Deia is a little (and I mean TINY) town on the northern tip of Mallorca. It is an Unesco World Heritage town, so you know it’s got to be good! Our neighbours had raved about the spot many times before, so when we decided to extend the trip, Deia was on our minds. But before speaking to our neighbours, neither of us had heard of it.
Since the island is so tiny (it takes about an hour [maybe a bit more] to drive the whole thing end to end,) we decided to hop in a cab to our hotel to avoid to mess of catching buses and potential motion sickness (word of warning, Deia is full of winding roads, so if you get queazy, pack your gravel!). Long story short, Mallorca is huge for cycling. And turns out, there was a huge race happening on the island that day. Our cab took us within a 15 drive of the hotel and had to turn around and take us all the way back to Palma because the ONE road that goes to our hotel was shut down, along with many many others. What a waste of money! Haha. We hit a tourism stand when we got back into the city and got a map of road closures to come up with a plan B. We ended up catching a bus a few hours later, which wasn’t ideal on the tiny twisty roads, but we got there without any motion sickness, thankfully!
Considering we thought we’d never actually get there that day, we were so happy to have made it there before sunset. We stayed at a hotel called Es Moli, which is one of the nicest places to stay in the area. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed. The hotel is tucked away in the hills, surrounded by tiny village homes. It has an incredible pool that over looks the trees and tiny houses below, and is only a few minutes walk from the town of Deia. Just imagine waking up to the sound of birds chirping and the trees rustling.
It’s hard to imagine that for such a tiny town, kind of in the middle of nowhere, it would have so many amazing restaurants and places to eat. The town takes a total of about 5 minutes to walk, yet has several Michelin Star restaurants in the area. The spot we tried on our first night did not have a Michelin Star, but you would never know it. The entry way (pictured above) was stunning. Covered in vines and filled with flowers as you walk in. Since we were there early in the season, we had the whole terrace to ourselves. With the rolling hills behind us and a perfect view of the sunset over the town, it really felt like something from a movie. We shared the most amazing scallops I’d ever had in my life (I still dream of them on a regular basis) and I had a risotto for my main. If it wasn’t such a nice place, I would have licked the plate. On our second night, we ate at a restaurant called Sebastian, which was equally as good.
This was the terrace as we walked up before sunset (pictured above). We were there for hours and hours, taking it all in, wondering if this is real life until the sun had set.
Deia is where we started our habit of starting a meal with a glass of cava. It’s a tradition I’m happy to bring home 🙂
We truly had the most amazing time in this little treasure of a place. If you are planning a honeymoon or a romantic getaway, I would high recommend looking into it. It is a perfect mix of luxury and romance, while still being very close to a beach vacation on the southern part of the island.