Our beach vacation was interrupted by some gale force winds and intermittent rain. Sitting in our one bedroom apartment with a one year old all day was NOT an option so we decided to drive to see one of the island's five lighthouses, Favaritz. The winds were so intense we're pretty sure they would have knocked Delaney over if she was walking on her own, but it made for some awesome waves. What better conditions for lighthouse pictures. We were very glad our car is tiny because the roads to the lighthouse were barely large enough for two minis to pass each other while barely moving. We also discovered that D (and her stomach) is not a fan of curvy roads 😞
We made it back to the resort for the Paella demonstration. I took a few notes for my next attempt at paella. First, apparently I need a MUCH larger pan. They also use the rice we would use for risotto for making paella. Otherwise, the recipe seemed pretty much the same as what I made for D's birthday. The lunch was probably the deal of the century for paella in Spain. 10 Euros a piece included all you
could eat, freshly made before your eyes, mixed seafood paella and all you can drink sangria. It was delicious.
The next day also started out crummy, but there were brief peeks of sunshine. Once D woke from her morning nap we decided to head to the highest point on the island, El Torro. It had a nice view even with the less than sunny skies. We think we could even see Mallorca in the distance (that or there is a suspicious set of mountains floating in the ocean).
After checking out the top of the island, we headed down to Es Mercadal, the village at the base of the hill. Surprisingly, we immediately ran into someone who knew us (an employee from the resort) who welcomed us to her village and suggested where we should grab lunch. Es Mercadal is much less touristed than the other cities (it is landlocked). The spot we ended up at for lunch was packed with elderly Menorcan men enjoying a midday beer and a chat. The waitress spoke exactly zero English, but luckily my Spanish had started coming back by this point in the trip. We enjoyed a fresh salad, gazpacho, fish,
pork loin, ice cream sundae, fresh strawberries with cream, a beer, and an entire bottle of wine for just 16 Euros! Despite being completely stuffed, I couldn't stop myself from buying another cream filled ensaimada for the next day's breakfast.
That evening was lamb shoulder dinner at the hotel. Of course, we booked a table for that one! For 17 Euros each we each had an entire lamb shoulder with a nice selection of vegetables. Delaney scarfed down the lamb and then grabbed all the bones off our plates and entertained the room by gnawing on them until we left.
The staff at the hotel's restaurant (White's Bar) were beyond great with Delaney. D seemed to really look forward to seeing her amigo at the restaurant everyday. One of the waiters always bought her a small bouncing ball or other toy from the vast collection of vending machines. The other patrons didn't seem to mind her constantly going under their tables looking for her various toys. We did find it funny that the staff had a hard time understanding our American accents (we never met any other Americans, the island is almost entirely British).
After a brief
bit of playing on the beach, it was time for packing (ugh!) and then early bed before out 5 am wake-up call for our trip to Brussels.
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