Andratx to Deia, 27 miles, June 10th

Trip Start May 12, 2011
Trip End Jun 22, 2011

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Flag of Spain  , Balearic Islands,
Friday, June 10, 2011

Biggest hill climb of the far! Feeling good - no boozey yesterday; I know, crazy! Ate a fresh banana first thing this morning. Then, the theme remains the same, "will pedal for pastries!" 

Hungry for a well deserved sugar fix, our bikes turn, as if on auto-pilot,  towards a bakery with a view. A golden nugget of decadence warmed from a rustic hearth tempts me. I follow the waitress's hands with my eyes as she transports my treat. She knows she carries the goods; she knows we are hooked. The shimmers of melted butter folded into layers of sweet crispy flakes reflect like sunshine on a calm ocean ripple. My eyes behold too much temptation, I can't resist. I gently hold this delicate pastry to my nose. I savor the smell of sugar dancing with butter. Then, slowly inching closer to my mouth, I experience the taste. Soft, melting dough caresses my tongue as the crispy top flakes tease my lips. Oh god, that taste of sweetness; first bite of the morning. I want this moment to last. Like the tenderness, the sensual desire of that first kiss from your lovers mouth, I want this guiltless feeling to never end. Now, like a distant memory of a long lost love, I am triggered. I can still taste that sweet butter lingering on my lips like an after glow leaving a rosy hue on my cheeks. I want more. I crave the sensation of that first bite, that first kiss.
Nothing compares...

Chris and I declare in unison, "THIS is the best croissant yet!" And, of course, what could  pair better than a side of apple pie, coffee and fresh squeezed OJ?  Oh right, this is breakfast. But, since I am a double digit kid (think 30 something) I do enjoy my desert for breakfast. My rational...more time to burn the calories! It's common sense.

A Tourist of Texan descent pulls over to snap my picture. What am I? An attraction? He speaks broken Spanish to me and I reply in my best southern drawl: "Where ya'll from?" As if I need his response..."Texas!" No kiddin partner...He takes our picture together.

I finally get my picnic, a reprieve from attitude driven servers. Sorry, did I cut your smoke break short? We enjoy farmed fresh olives and tomatoes with a view from our rock. Man, did we climb this morning or what?!

Downhill to Deia, love at first sight. Native stones shape the homes of the hillside. My "ok enough Spanish" scores us a room with a view at Hostal Miramar; the name says it all. well, that is if you actually do speak Spanish; which in this case translates to "extremely filtered view of the ocean in a far off place past the town" or, simply, beautiful!

Dinner: Tumbet - a culinary dream come true to a vegan on a a foreign land! Fresh fare of veggies; potatoes, eggplant, onions, tomatoes and carrots flirt dangerously with olive oil and spices...baked to pure perfection.

I love the local dish of Deia!

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