Well I continue to surprise myself. Here I am in Spanish speaking Mallorca in the middle of a yoga and creative writing retreat. Attending, in addition to me and Jolanda, are Sylvia from Switzerland, Louise and Sophie from the UK plus our instructors Stella and Chris. Vinyasa-flow yoga for an hour and half each morning followed by brunch. Another yoga session, kundalini or restorative in the afternoon. And then, on alternate days, a class of creative writing before dinner. Finally followed by mantra chanting with hand actions. Hand actions . . . ! Well this shy, insecure Kiwi man has come a long way . . . I have to say I am finding the chanting after dinner the most challenging. I am of course completely out of my comfort zone but, aside from that, mantra participation requires singing along in Sanskrit while at the same time performing quite complex movements. Last night I was defeated by one particular piece. I had to give up on the words and concentrated on following the actions which were surprisingly energetic. At one stage you are required to cleave the air vigorously downwards with clenched fists, as though you are chopping wood. Then follows some quick breast-stroke action before making some hand signs in the air. I was giving it my all when I realised my efforts were becoming the focus of some hilarity from Sophie and Louise. I have to admit playing up a little to my audience while at the same time being aware of some stern glances from Stella. It was a tricky situation . . . Mantra chanting can be good for you with benefits such as lowering stress levels. I have to say I did find myself enjoying things and felt pretty chilled. I guess you just have to give it a go to experience what it’s all about . . . We have had two sessions of creative writing so far and I have been transfixed. We are required to “free write” each day – just to write continuously and without stopping. Stella says: “You can’t find the right dance if you aren’t on the dance floor” which is another way of saying writing is a discipline. No discipline – no creativity. We have learned about structuring a story, building characters and about how to make a story gripping. For our homework we had to write a poem. Well that was the first poem I have written in about . . . ever. Thankfully you will be spared the end result in this blog. Suffice to say it involved a boat called Rusty. Our retreat is based at Finca son Artigues in Mallorca’s south – between the towns of Porreres and Felanitx. The owners have created a wildlife refuge here with donkeys, rabbits, frogs and one quite bouncy three-legged dog. For the guests there are various amenities – two self-contained residential houses with a total of seven rooms, a kitchen block and yoga shala. The grounds are beautiful – two swimming pools, outdoor patio areas - we are quite spoilt really. To add to our indulgent lifestyle for seven days, all our meals are cooked and served to us around a large communal dining table. All vegetarian, beautifully prepared and presented by Adrienn, a delightful Hungarian girl. Check out her Instagram account “tastemosaics”. As I sit writing this on our last day, the others are participating in some Somatic dancing – a sort of free dance technique with the focus on exploring the internal experience of the dancer as opposed to dancing for how it looks. Now that is completely out of my comfort zone. I guess one thing I am learning is while it's liberating to say yes to more things, there is also something to say for having the courage to say no. It’s all about getting the balance right. So how do I feel at the end of this week? Well I’m pretty sore, particularly in my shoulder. But I am definitely stronger, I feel more flexible and definitely have a quieter and calmer mind. I have hugely enjoyed the tuition and guidance from Chris and Stella – two extremely talented, kind and compassionate people. Check out their profiles https://www.chrisleuenberger.com/ and http://www.theyogabeat.co.uk/ And I have loved the companionship – laughing and talking about things that matter with some seriously cool people. Our next stop is Palma de Mallorca for our final four nights in Mallorca.
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Jo and I are now two weeks into our stint in Mallorca. For those who don’t know, Mallorca is the largest of the Balearic Islands, is part of Spain and sits around 250km off the coast from Barcelona. Rather than heading straight for the Capital, and largest city, Palma De Mallorca, we instead picked up a rental car and headed straight for the town of Soller – around 50 minutes from Palma airport. Nothing is very far on this island. The “abcMallorca” website incongruously describes Soller as a modernist town. Well it appeared pretty ancient to me with winding cobbled streets, a bustling central square and beautiful old Church (Església de Sant Bartomeu) built at the end of the seventeenth century and looking anything but modernist . . . Jo and I had booked ourselves into a 200-year old finca on the edge of town. It was simply beautiful set in almost an acre of garden with a pool, outdoor patio/dining areas and several orange trees groaning with fruit. The finca itself boasted two stories with a curious layout – a large kitchen and bathroom on the ground floor with two sets of staircases, one heading up to one of the bedrooms (and nowhere else) and the other leading up to the main living area plus second and third bedrooms. Our favourite spot, and one which we made a beeline to at around 5:30 each evening, G&Ts in hand, was a wonderful enclosed veranda with drop-dead gorgeous views of the surrounding countryside and back-drop of towering mountains. Mallorca, with its mountainous terrain, is an absolute mecca for road cyclists particularly so with pro-cyclists getting some training in before heading off to compete in the various events in Europe. Everywhere you drive you encounter bikers of all shapes and sizes - predominantly men for some reason. It's not uncommon to join a long queue of cars following some group pedalling its way up one of many twisting mountain routes. Nobody seems to mind, and I witnessed some good careful overtaking – I guess the value of cycle touring to the Mallorcan economy is well understood. Or maybe you get chucked in jail if you knock a cyclist off his or her bike. Yep . . . maybe it’s the latter. The other hugely popular tourist activity in Mallorca is hiking and so that’s what we did on our first day. We chose a route from the town of Soller to Port Soller which is about 4km as the crow flies but more like 10km on our route which meandered through some truly spectacular mountain scenery and picture-perfect tiny villages. We spotted a hotel at about the halfway mark and wandered up the drive to be greeted by smart looking waiters hovering round smart looking guests taking their elevenses in the gardens of what was obviously a smart upmarket resort. To their credit they didn’t seem to mind serving two sweaty trampers “dos espressos por favor”. Jo nicely capped things off by nicking a couple of lemons from the garden . . . When we weren’t hiking or drinking G&Ts we generally hung out, wrote, read and ate. Jo suggested a game at one stage and so we decided on Trivial Pursuit, which on closer inspection turned out to be in German. No worries I said – we can use my Google Translate app. Well that was interesting. How’s this for a translated question . . . “How much kilo must be a weightlifter in superschwergewicht already on dead weight with it grapple” ? The answer, of course is 110. Following our week in Soller we sort of stuck a pin in a map and ended up, for the next six nights, in a place called Sa Pobla in the north. I had to admit feeling a little deflated when we drove through the place searching for our Airbnb. Sa Pobla is very much a working town – functional but not outwardly pretty. It's apparently famous for its potatoes. I mentally kicked myself for not properly thinking through the implications of a potential tourist destination touting its potato credentials . . . But wait, this story has a twist to come. Jolanda had read there was to be an Easter procession on the evening of Maundy Thursday and so off we trotted to the central Church to be greeted by one of the most differently spectacular sights I have ever seen. Each church in the region seeks to outdo each other with costumes, trumpets, drums and a float, the latter being on wheels and pushed or carried by costumed men. We hung around the Church witnessing everyone getting ready for the off, marshalled by elderly gentlemen carrying electric candles. Somehow, out of apparent chaos, everyone seemed to have worked out their place and off they went at a slow march throughout the town. What a sight – just wow . . . Next stop after Sa Pobla we head slightly east to the town of Porreres where we are to attend a week long yoga retreat combined with creative writing.
It was 1990 the last time I was in Barcelona - with a group of kiwi mates in an old combi that belched smoke and frequently broke down (actually it ended its days only one week later in Madrid). Back then we camped somewhere on the outskirts of the city and drank the cheapest beer we could find at the supermarket. Hence, I felt I would definitely be seeing Barcelona through different eyes this time . . . Jo and I flew straight from Bali via Qatar. It was a long haul but hassle free with Qatar Airlines. Great service if anyone is wondering. We had left our resort at Bali at around 6am and it was another 23 hours before we arrived via taxi at our apartment in Barcelona – about 10pm Spanish time. Somehow, we felt it the best idea ever to find somewhere to have a celebratory beer. And so there we were, in an English pub, in the middle of Barcelona drinking Belgian lager with 23 hours of travel behind us. Best beer ever . . . I can’t begin to describe what a surreal feeling it was to leave our Indonesian way of life in the morning and arrive in this European city in the evening. From heat, bustling activity and beaches to centuries old stone buildings, tapas bars and relative calm. All I can say is that it’s very different here – and for now, in this cool Spring temperature, it feels perfect. We are in El Born – first time for me and second for Jo. It’s centuries old and full of character with tapas bars and design stores everywhere. The area is made up of a virtual labyrinth of alleyways, many of which cars thankfully cannot navigate - and so is a delight to explore on foot. No chain stores to be seen. Just about the best-known activity in this area is the Picasso Museum and that is where Jo headed to on our first day. Normally I will tag along to art galleries but I have to say Picasso leaves me cold and so I decided to explore the impressive Santa Maria del Mar. Built in the fourteenth century it is one of those churches which leaves you speechless. The spaciousness and sheer grandeur of the building makes you wonder how on earth those early architects and masons were able to construct such an imposing structure with none of the mechanical building aids we have today. I spent a happy half hour just sitting, chilling and people watching. With temperatures now around 16-17 degrees I was beginning to regret packing so lightly. T-shirt and shorts are pretty much de rigueur in Bali but it’s a trifle nippier in these northern parts. I figured I had to buy something warm and was resigned to breaking my habit of purchasing second hand – when lo and behold Jo spotted a charity shop right in the midst of a row of cutting-edge designer boutiques. Jo furthered her hero status by finding a cardigan for me (its actually quite trendy believe it or not). Five euro - which will support Barcelona youth - or something like that. If you are in Barcelona and have exhausted your shopping, eating and museum agenda – then a visit to the Parc de la Ciutadella is well worth it. Its spacious, unpretentious and such a great people watching experience. I spotted a diverse range of Barcelona – young lovers, Africans selling street art, teens playing outdoor table-tennis, jugglers, oldies and a fair few who were just sleeping of their morning beers in the sun . . . I would come back to Barcelona. It has a great vibe and embraces being a city that’s just a bit different. April is perfect but I wonder how busy and hot it gets in July/August when European schools break for summer . . . ?
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