A Market a Day...

...keeps boring trips to the supermarket away. On the island there is a different market, in a different village, nearly every day of the week.

It's officially day 63 on the island.

Here's what I've been up to as of late.

one highlight in particular was the Medieval festival in the inland pueblo of Inca.

Swing rides, candy apple stands, and lots and lots of renaissance garb hallmarked the event.

There is so much medieval history on the island to pay homage to.

When Sunday rolls around here it's time to grab yourself a reusable, and preferably brightly colored crochet bag, and hit the market.

The streets of Pollenca come alive with vendors lining the walls.

Chalked full of fresh local vegetables, olives, straw bags, mushrooms, and nearly every trifle you can conjure.

Farmer’s brought their Sunday best.

The pastry stand did the trick for me. A flaky apricot tart filled with custard sufficed as my Sunday cure-all.

The shorter days offer up a perfect excuse to stay in with a good book and a cuppa tea or Cola Cao which is a wildly popular chocolate milk powder for all ages here.

Full disclosure, it's not all sunshine and paella on the island. In fact, a monsoon has ravaged the coast for nearly 15 days. Bringing rain by the bucketful and wind galore. But alas, I have faith sunny days are ahead.

As they say- the harder the storm, the brighter the rainbow. Truthfully, I just made that up.

One bright day, I went running on a path through the Mortitx vineyards with a friend.

Little lambs white as snow skipped across the path. The bells of sheep rang in the distance. And the grape harvest finished for the season.

This last weekend was the La Feria de Pollenca, a 3 day long festival of sorts filled with lights, craftsman weaving baskets and spinning ceramic wheels, and lots of food.

I partook in a Mallorcan feast hosted by the family I feel so thankful to live with.

A Porcella Maroquina, or roast pig, was prepared along with other dishes emblematic of the island.

The Christmas lights were strung through town and the city was alive with wreathmaking, and lamb carving (definitely not a christmas tradition in Loveland, OH !)

I am officially a resident of Pollenca, so this all felt especially festive.

On a rainy night, a new friend invited me to a Yin yoga class held in an old monastery.

Taught completely in Spanish, with a large sentient candle in the center, the class ended with a guided meditation.

It proved to be a great, and highly relaxing, way to learn the language. One word I most definitely understood was Namaste.

I've found the gummy candy here to be nothing short of sublime. And nostalgic.

My trail runs on the weekends often end with a hike up to the monastery or the church at the top of the Calvari steps. A moment of prayer is always the prize.

This weekend I'm off to Vienna...

Til then, ciao.