Mallorca for R & R

A perfect week of R &R in Mallorca thanks to my friend Heti.  We have known each other since my long-ago days in Stuttgart, Germany.

Heti invited me to join her and daughter Kathryn at her fabulous home near Mallorca’s capital, Palma.

I needed recup time following intestinal surgery in August. And, as travel is in my DNA, I needed a trip to boost my morale.  This was the answer

I saw just a tiny part of the island.  The beaches are grand,  but I was in awe of its mountains. Thanks to a ride on the vintage wooden train from Palma to Soller, I got a taste of spectacular Mallorcan highlands. Sadly the weather was not always the best for photos , or my window was on the wrong side of the train.

Soller, the destination of the slow but scenic ride, is a lovely town surrounded by the Tramuntana mountain range. The central square dominated by its grandiose church was packed with train tourists.

Church of Saint Bartholomew in Soller.

We followed the advice of Chat GPT to a restaurant away from the masses where we tried the mushroom tasting menu, which, in addition to mushrooms, offered the famous black Iberian pork. Unfortuntely we found neither the mushrooms nor the pork that sensational. But, the spot was soothingly quiet with mountain views.

We learned more about that pork during a Palma food tour. Pigs are serious business in Spain. Black Iberian pig is a certified designation for pigs, normally black –although some gradations of black are acceptable –who eat only acorns from 1 October to 15 December. To be certified as pure Iberia pork, both the pig’s mother and father must be of the same black Iberian race.

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We followed the guide through central Palma from tasting to tasting. More than food, we got a taste of this dynamic city.

Heti became co-owner of the spacious modern home last winter. An agency manages co-ownership among eight different parties, unknown to one another. Each is entitled to a specified number of weeks in the home each year.

The heated salt water lap pool is over the top. Heti is a dedicated water-jogger. She’s in the pool several times per day – before breakfast, in the afternoon and often again in the evening. I am a lap swimmer but was not yet back in shape for lap sessions. I did swim in the pool, however, as well as at a nearby beach.

Heti and Kathryn

When not in the pool, Heti is likely to be busy with food prep. She enjoys cooking and is addicted to Thermomix, a multifunctional kitchen appliance that weighs, chops, blends, kneads, steams and cooks. Her Mallorca home has the latest high-tech model of the machine, just like the one she has at home in Germany.

The luxurious home is in a quiet, pleasant neighbourhood — great for walks with popular spots for sunset photos .

I felt renewed. Mallorca was the best cure. Thank you, Heti.

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Grambois gets a jump on Christmas

Grambois Christmas star.
Grambois Christmas star.

Christmas markets are everywhere these days.  But none can compare with the original version in Germany.  I miss the real thing, those romantic, storybook holiday markets:  tiny twinkling lights (usually white or golden – not a jumble of gaudy colors), hot glϋhwein, savory sausages, spicy cookies, church bells, Christmas carols – all basking in German gemϋtlichkeit.

Grambois tree and Christmas cat.
Grambois tree and Christmas cat.

Since I am usually disappointed with French Christmas markets, I rarely visit them. Grambois was an exception. I read that this nearby perched town would

Santa arrives in Grambois.
Santa arrives in Grambois.

start the holiday season early with a Christmas market this weekend, Nov. 16 and 17.  And, an American, the Provence head of a charitable organization, Calcutta Rescue, would be there with a stand selling items made by poor Indians.

There are plenty of Brits, Dutch, Belgians, and some Germans, living among the French in this picturesque part of France.  But, very few Americans.  I wanted to meet him and learn more about Calcutta Rescue.grambois.1

Glen Kendall, originally from Grand Junction, Co., lives with his Dutch wife in this burg of 1100 citizens.  He had been working for a software company in London when he saw an ad for an administrator for the Calcutta based charity.  He got the job and was off to Calcutta for a year.  He said he’s been to other parts of India, but nothing prepared him for Calcutta. “It’s full of energy 24 hours per day, chaotic, filthy, polluted.”  He lived in a Muslim slum where the electricity worked about two thirds of the day.  The people made the job.  “The poor people have a joie de vivre that’s inspirational.  It makes you happy to be alive. It’s hard to believe they live under a piece of plastic.”

Kendall in Calcutta
Kendall in Calcutta

Calcutta Rescue (www.calcuttarescue.org) helps the indigent of Calcutta, most of whom live on less than one euro per day.  The organization runs three medical clinics and supports more than 600 poor children, most living in the streets, providing them with funds to go to school, clothes, two meals per day and medical care. A handicrafts project was started to teach former clinic patients how to sew.  They learn a skill which can help them survive.   They make clothes and handicraft items (cards, bags, embroidered napkins, etc).  The latter are offered at the Grambois Christmas market. I especially liked the small embroidered bags containing Indian spices.grambois.2

Kendall saw that I had a camera.  “Let me show you something most visitors to Grambois don’t see, “  he said.  He led me outside of the old village, down some steps to an incredible tree, a multi-trunked oak thought to be more than 300 years old.  And, he told me where to wander for more photos.grambois.4

We frequently drive on the main road below ancient Grambois. One time we followed the twisty road uphill to the village, but did not get out to explore.  Now was my chance. It’s worth a trip.  The town’s origins date to the 11th century.  Vestiges of 14th century walls still stand.  There’s a Romanesque church, a bell tower, a fountain, and meandering stone alleys – all restored.  Plus, lovely views of the Luberon hills.grambois.9

Those hills were alive with a rainbow of fall colors glowing in the strong Provencal sunshine.  It was warm – not at all like Christmas.  But I am glad I visited this holiday market and discovered Glen Kendall, Calcutta Rescue and inviting Grambois.grambois.8

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