» Moons and years go by and always have gone by but a beautiful moment shines through an entire lifetime. « – Franz Grillparzer.
When could this quote ever fit better than now, at the beginning of a new year? We wonder every New Year’s Eve how it was possible for the year to go by so fast even though we should know by now that 365 days really isn’t much. And should just accept that fact. Because where is the difference, really, whether the calendar says 2015 or 2016? Years pass, memories stay. Instead of asserting that a year is too short, we should better think about how many beautiful moments did fit into that year. And without a doubt: The travels at Majorca are definitely a part of these moments.
Today’s traveling tip at Majorca leads us to the biggest wetlands of the Balearic Islands, the national park S’Albufera. Again I visit a place which cannot be compared to anything I have seen at Majorca so far. Suddenly I am in front of reed, swamps, ponds and large fields. The park is divided into four routes of different lengths, which are between a few hundred meters and about 10 kilometers long. As I am reading this, I realize for the first time that going here by bike would have maybe been a good idea. Especially because we have already walked more than a kilometer to just get to the starting point of the trails…
But in fact, I soon detect that a bike is not the only missing equipment. I honestly have to admit: Compared to other visitors we weren’t really well prepared for the park. The other people bike along the trails and haul out their field glasses and telephoto lenses when reaching the viewing points. And then, there is us – afoot, with neither field glasses nor a telephoto. I mean, it’s also quite interesting to watch the other visitors with their huge zoom-lenses. But it would have been nice to see a little more of the actual special features of the park: the 300 different species of birds, the turtles and bats. But I guess, it’s a good excuse to come back here.
From the national park S’Albufera, the travel goes on to the close Playa de Muro which definitely belongs to the top 3 of my favorite beaches at Majorca. The reasons seem to be obvious: The beach is long, the sand white and the sea turquoise. But there is something else, which reminds me of travels during my childhood: Wild waves. Wild enough to swipe me off my air mattress and to wash me ashore. Just as back then, when I was a little girl. As soon as I reach the surface of the water, the hunting for the mattress starts which somehow seems to have been floated to the other end of the beach. This might sound horrible, unrelaxed and chaotic. And admittedly, easy sunning on the air mattress is pretty much impossible. But to be honest, this is much better because I laugh and scream and forget everything around me. Somewhere in between adrenaline rush and true happiness.
A little while ago, I read an article about how easy it is to manipulate our memory. How quickly we forget details or invent new ones. I don’t know whether this is one of those cases. That I, while looking at the brown snow slobber outside my window, envision everything a little better than it really was. The beach longer, the sea more turquoise, the sand whiter. Yes, maybe. But perhaps that‘s completely fine. Because as long as a memory is able to make us smile, as long as it is able to make pictures and sounds pop up in our heads, I believe all we need to do, is to enjoy these memories and to keep them and to be happy about what we’ve seen and done and felt.