Thursday, June 11th 2015
Sifting through endless accommodation options online, deciding only days before to spontaneously head to Menorca, we stopped in our tracks on the dreamiest looking white washed house, a sort of Majorcan style sister space to our beautiful headquarters back home. Greeted at the airport by the warmest air b'n'b host, who took one look at our huge bags, our leather boots and jackets and laughed at our idea of catching the bus, he made a quick phone call to the car hire company he part-owned and had us on our way (a mere 30 euro a day) in a ridiculously new car. House keys in hand, we were headed for the other end of the island, the town of Ciutadella, an ancient fishing village, all pastel tints and the narrowest of streets, home of our dreamy base-camp for the next week.
Nestled in the prettiest part of this ancient town, our beautiful house, seemingly carved entirely from stone was soon affectionately dubbed the cave house - the lightest and brightest of caves in a space that epitomised our favoured style and dream aesthetic. With pale curved stone ceilings and spaces that move fluidly from room to room, indoor merging beautifully with outdoor, a vacuous central light-well strung whimsically with festoon bulbs, we pondered the entire stay over the layout and the serene sense of spaciousness for such a narrow dwelling, the feeling of interconnectedness it offered. A serene kind of energy that flows throughout, feeling like home as soon as we stepped foot inside.
Doubling as both a peaceful retreat from our city travels, and a beautifully light filled office for the week ahead, we stocked the fridge with all the essentials and settled in for some serious writing. The perfectly appointed kitchen (Smeg fridge filled with necessary drinking water and a Nesspresso machine stocked with purple pods-this truly was like our own office abroad!), the outdoor table and lounge, giant sofa and a private, sun drenched terrace proved the dreamiest headquarters to work from, offering all sorts of different nooks to retire to…a space we genuinely fantasised of never leaving.
With carved stone stairs leading up to three bedrooms (and two bathrooms) across split levels, each room a sensory layering of white stone and white linens, they offer grown up tranquility with chic minimalism - sparse, but elegantly so, awaiting only your belongings. Amusedly unpacking in our white bedrooms, an almost entirely matching white wardrobe, we realised we'd each been similarly influenced by our surroundings and short journey here, with anything darker seeming too city-like and far too serious.
Offering all the best bits of a hotel (think lush linens and fluffy towels) with the exquisite bonus of complete privacy and the tranquility of your own home, we mused over how incredible it would be for a girls weekend away, or of course the most serene of honeymoons, of having it all to yourself.
Putting on a much needed load of washing after one too many weeks in a hotel, our clothes dried almost instantly on the rooftop deck, a space bathed in hot sun overlooking a vista of terracotta tiles, a space that soon doubled as our official breakfast meeting room.
With hosts, so friendly and accommodating, our experience here felt more like staying in the chic home of your oldest friends, friends only too happy to show you around if you wished, or suggest via text messages (if you prefer), favourite restaurants, cafes and beaches, a wealth of tips and locals knowledge. Staying here felt authentic, and completely immersive experience in community life, in the way a hotel cant necessarily compete. A sense of privacy from, yet a welcome connectedness to your neighbours, almost within arms reach across the narrow lane, the laugher of children playing in car-free streets and footsteps passing by, echoing off smooth stone walls.
That saying of "if you want to know where your heart is, look to where your mind goes when it wanders" has occurred to us often since returning home, finding ourselves (back on the other side of the world) dreaming from one beautiful office space, of this one, our island outpost - a flukey, serendipitous discovery that stole our hearts.
You can explore and book this dreamy house here.
Tuesday, June 9th 2015
"There are moments that I know I will long for, even as I live them"
For two ocean lovers lucky enough to reside beach side all year round, four weeks of frenetic travels through fast paced cities that seemingly never slept had us yearning for a wide expanse of blue, the endlessness of clear skies and the clarity of uncluttered horizons. We went in search of ocean, of islands, seeking spaces seemingly unaffected by tourism or traffic, high-rises or hurriedness….a search that began and ended with the discovery of Menorca - a destination so magical that there were moments, many moments when we questioned our own reality there, wondering aloud to one another if we were dreaming, can this island and its idyllic existence even exist?
A quick one hour flight from Barcelona, Menorca, the least known of the four Balearic islands (Ibiza, Mallorca and Formentera) sits serenely in sparkling clear seas, blessedly unspoilt by the 'sceney-ness' so associated with its infamous sister islands. A visual hit-list of Mediterranean highlights (all olive trees, whitewashed houses and cobblestone streets, breathtaking beaches and wildflower filled countryside), Menorca offers idyllic 'pinch-me' moments at every turn, each scene unfolding and revealing itself in unhurried island time. A sense of wonder, a feeling of 'why didn't anyone tell me about this earlier?' permeating our entire stay.
As far has honeymoon destinations go, we felt as though we'd unearthed the holy grail, a place where you can truly exhale, simultaneously offering serene relaxation, explorations on foot and easy navigation by car, beautiful (yet unpretentious) dining, romantic escapism, beaches, towns, seaside, countryside, all no further than 40 minutes from anything else - the time it takes to traverse the entire length of the island. Destined for Ciutadella, the charming fishing village at the Western end (see our separate post on this magical town postes soon!), we were perfectly situated for ocean explorations and countryside adventures. Our first stop, twin blue lagoons.
You know those beaches you see on Pinterest and wonder if they're really real? And if they are, where they could possibly be? Those places that seem so dreamily blue they appear almost otherworldly, and you question their natural existence? The hidden beaches of Menorca are just such places. Veritable lagoons of clear turquoise, aqua expanses of impossibly crystalline water and powdery white sand.
Beautifully, the magic of these beaches begins with the journey there itself. A trip from central Ciutadella down winding, hair raisingly narrow roads (seeking signage confirming their two-way direction of traffic, sceptical a second car could possibly fit!), snaking country roads lined in ancient drystone walls and dotted with olive and orange trees, cypress dotting horizons and wildflowers sprouting from unlikely crevices. Whizzing past flashes of orange and purple, giant wild daisies and delicate fringes of Queen Anne's Lace, we follow wooden signage eventually turning down an even narrower dirt road, through hand whittled wooden gates and a track lined with boulders so enormous they feel prehistoric. A sense of anticipation in parking beneath these Jurassic looking stones, not knowing quite what to expect ahead, but believing it to be magical.
And it does not disappoint. Treading the short path to Cala Macarella, the scene that opens before you is one of an arcing turquoise lagoon, a giant natural horse-shoe shaped pool streaked with patches of deeper indigo, against a backdrop of sheer white cliffs. Breathtaking, in a way that celebrates not only the natural beauty, but the unaffectedness of such a place. An impossibly beautiful beach seemingly forgotten by time, unspoilt by development and to our eyes, bizarrely unpopulated by people. Admittedly there during the shoulder rather that high summer season (in our opinion the best time to visit the islands for temperature / crowds / prices) but even so, the only signs of civilisation are a handful of people dotting the sand, a handful of buoys in the water and a beautiful (empty) wooden lifeguards tower. We pause, a serene sense of amazement and wonder washing over us, struck again by an even deeper sense of 'where is everyone?', 'why don't more people know about this…or come here?'. In that moment, we believed we'd unearthed the Mediterraneans best kept secret.
Walking up the narrow track hugging this giant lagoon (in search of the smaller, second secluded cove, Cala Macarelleta), the water grew bluer the higher we climbed, the scene beneath us becoming more incredible with every step. And so followed and almost comical forty or so minutes (traversing a track that should only take five), of constant stopping and staring, first at the water then at one another, then back at the water in a kind of speechless wonder. Every meter offering a new angle to capture, framed by a different view, the need to photograph (with both our minds and cameras) every detail, drinking it in.
The path itself, a fairytale'esq hand whittled staircase (the banisters worn smooth over time) follows a natural stone staircase, winding through tree roots and around a cliff corner, revealing a paler, more translucent, impossibly beautiful scene. Somehow even more stunning than the bigger, deeper cove, this smaller beach gently slopes into the sea offering a shallow, duck egg blue, crystalline lagoon. Bronzed bodies in various states of Mediterranean undress dot pristine white sands, their umbrellas and bikinis offering pops of colour against an otherwise natural palette. A streak of amethyst marine ephemera (jewel like, semi-translucent shells on closer inspection) shimmer at the tide line. A sense of even the sea life here being a bit more magical and otherworldly than anything we've seen back home. Post swim (life changing after so many weeks in the cities) lying on this beach, this serene and sparkling expanse, after a month of frenetic writing, shooting, shows and scheduling, we're utterly and completely transported, vowing to remember every detail, mentally savouring each moment.
As the sun dipped, somewhat reluctantly heading homeward to Ciutadella through Tuscan looking countryside, (the only clue otherwise being occasional shimmering glimpses of water on the horizon), we observe ancient white washed churches, pristine in their upkeep, musing at the dreamy un-fussiness of marrying in such a setting, flying in only the closest family and friends. Languid days spent beachside in the lead up and aftermath of the wedding itself. Old farmhouses, many of which have been converted to boutique hotels in recent years, dot the islands centre and offer sublime settings for a rustic wedding reception. A little like a scene from Stealing Beauty, imagine white washed buildings, terracotta flanked swimming pools, spilling succulents and olive trees, buildings connected by winding gravel walkways. Hammocks are strung between orange trees, grapevines growing on neighbouring vineyards and breakfasts taken at intimate tables dotted throughout the estates. A sense of feeling deep in the Tuscan countryside one minute, having just returned from greek looking beaches and the Mediterranean fishing village of Ciutadella, only a short drive away.
The longer we spent, the deeper Menorca dug its roots. The measure of a special place for us being whether it's mentally crossed from the 'travel-to-do' list after visiting, or becomes a destination you dream of returning to one day (a big call with so many incredible places on earth to visit in one lifetime). Menorca for us fell unequivocally into the latter camp, proving an island we dreamt of re-visiting, before we'd even left. Those places you're filled with a desire to share with everyone you love most, to have others to experience the same magic you felt, even if only to validate its very existence.
Cala Macarella & Macarelleta (pictured above) - These are twin coves, one large arcing lagoon, one smaller and narrower. Dreamy beyond belief. The cafe at Macarella appears touristy and a little tired looking, but reluctant to leave, we shared a simple, late lunch of grilled, super fresh calamari, prosciutto and honeydew melon, mineral water, Albariño and espressos…it was beautiful, post-swim perfection!
Cala Turqueta - Small and secluded, lined in beautiful rocks with a stretch of white sand and a pool of clear, shallow water.
Cala en Brut - A stones throw from Ciutadella town, this is a giant natural swimming pool surrounded by flat rocks and stone stairs (no sand). Water access is via ladders.
MENORCA FARMHOUSE HOTELS
Hotel Torralbenc - Beautifully restored white farmhouses, overlooking vineyards and views of the Mediterranean. We love the various nooks designed for lounging, dotted throughout the estate offering private corners to retreat to. Situated between Mahon and Ciutadella in great proximity to most of the islands beaches.
Hotel Rural Morvedra Nou - Close to Ciutadella and the Western beaches, yet beautifully intimate, tucked into secluded countryside. Dine poolside beneath a bougainvillaea vines or lounge on hammocks, strung between trees.
Hotel Sant Joan de Binissainda - An expansive, whitewashed state with simple and luxurious rooms (there are only twelve in total). The perfect setting for simple weddings performed beneath a canopy of trees and an idyllic honeymoon retreat. Close to beaches and Mahon town centre.
Tuesday, May 26th 2015
El Paluet Living (pictured above)
One of our favourite places to stay in Barcelona was El Palauet Living, a luxury boutique hotel in the heart of the city, on one of Barcelona's most emblematic avenues. We fell in love with this art nouveau building, its stained glass windows, ornate ceilings and light filled suites which was the perfect space to work from and retreat to after long, busy days and late nights! After exploring the city by day, be sure to head up to the rooftop terrace for a heated spa to watch the sunset with wine and tapas.
A truly indulgent experience, each suite is assigned its own personal assistant who can take care of anything from hotel reservations, car rentals, massage services or organising their chef to prepare breakfast in your suite's kitchen & dining room!
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