The sun rises above the pine-clad mountains. Another grape ripens on the vine destined for a barrel of distant vintage. Bread, freshly baked, is dunked in oil and balsamic as olive-skinned fingers make light work of lunch. A tomcat lazily stretches in the mid-afternoon heat, the streets his own until siesta concludes. The smell of freshly turned soil heralds the beginning of a new tomato patch. Rural Mallorca is earth, produce and the warmth of community, and at its heart you will find the Petit Hotel Rural Son Jordá.
The sun silhouettes the Tramontana Mountains on the horizon, its final rays caught in the blanket of darkness descending on the sky. Sensing their cue, pinpricks of starlight appear to light the way of weary travellers like you. You push open the impressive door flanked by two ornately carved colonnades. ‘A fitting entrance’, you think, as you are greeted by the tiled floors, sweeping beams and dark wood furniture of the country getaway you could only have dreamed of.
As you enter your room, you notice the thoughtful welcome bottle of wine left poised for your arrival. You pour a deliciously scarlet glass, throw open the window and breathe deeply. A scent of blossom on the breeze, the air still warm from the sun-drenched day, the promise of tomorrow laying heavy on the night.
You imagine light peeking through the shutters waking you gently from an uninterrupted slumber, the first in a while. You will get up slowly and stretch. There will be no commute today.
Your mind conjures a plentiful, complimentary breakfast buffet, the fruit so fresh it sits still whole in rustic crates. You sit on the terrace and marvel at your 15th-century find. Its light-stone finish so Mediterranean, the lush greenery compliments it as you hoped it would.
Whether you take a dip in the pool or freewheel down cobbled village streets on your bike, you are confident that today is a new start, and you only have Petit Hotel Rural Son Jordá to thank.