Greetings from Majorca! After fashion week, getting away is imperative. So when my friend Rafe Totengco invited me to stay with his family here, how could I say no?
Their house sits on the edge of the bay in Porto Petro, and the backyard is literally the clear blue sea. All our meals took place on the terrace: breakfast of café con leche, fresh fruit and ensaimadas, a tasty pastry dusted with powdered sugar, was the perfect way to start the day. Leisurely dinners were accompanied by a perfect Rioja selected from the wine cellar and always concluded with a small glass of Palo de Mallorca — a local sweet liqueur made from the carob fruit.
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But there was much to see, so we jumped into the Mini Cooper and explored. The chic seaside town of Puerto Portals was the perfect setting for lunch at the Michelin-rated El Bistro del Tristán. Under their outside canopy we ate carpaccio pulpo (octopus) and a turbot ravioli. Yum! Then onto Cala Figuera, a picturesque working fishing village. The small inlet is dotted with whitewashed houses that have boat garage doors opening right onto the water. We checked out the farmers’ market in nearby Santanyi and then enjoyed tapas in the charming boho interior courtyard of Sa Bogita. Croquetas, bacon-wrapped dates and bread with the most delicious aioli (with a hint of saffron) worked wonders with a cool glass of rosado.
Of course, a day in Palma, the biggest city in Majorca, was a must. After a frozen “mokachino” and a slice of supersweet Banoffee pie at Café Cappuccino, nestled in a veranda in the Palau March, we had to see the massive Cathedral de Majorca. Then we strolled around Passeig del Borne — their SoHo. Rafe shopped for Avarques, a traditional leather sandal, while I opted for some navy espadrilles (the flip-flops of Majorca). Shopping at men’s wear store Addict yielded me some soft cotton T-shirts by the Swedish company, and my new favorite — Fifth Avenue Shoe Repair.
Shopping and strolling were fun, but my favorite activity was diving from the rocks into the crisp blue Mediterranean. You can’t beat it. This beach bum was in heaven.
Editor’s Note: Peter Som recently returned to New York from Majorca.