When I hear „west coast“, for some reason, I always have to think of the US at first. I think of San Francisco, Los Angeles, San Diego… but as you can imagine, a road trip along the west coast of Majorca is a little different. In the US, it takes days, or even weeks to drive up the coast, here it takes a few hours to get from southerly Palma to the northernmost part of the island, the Cap de Formentor.
Here, you won’t travel through different temperate zones and won’t come by any metropoles but still, I could take the ride every day over and over again. Or let’s say: I would love to have somebody who drives me up the coast every day. The streets include steep curves and probably wouldn’t even be considered as one-way-roads in Germany.
The good thing is: It’s practically impossible to lose your way as you are pretty much just following one street. And as a fellow passenger you really get to enjoy the view since you don’t have to focus on the curvy street that much. I don’t know how many times I said during the ride: “It’s so beautiful here.” But it’s been quite a few times. The view made me want to stop almost every minute to take photos of everything. The rocky coast, the endlessly blue sea, the forests, the mountains… I can just repeat what I already said: It’s so beautiful here.
What’s fascinating about the view is that no matter in which direction you look, everywhere you’ll see something different. And everywhere colors shine as bright as fireworks. There is no need for huge cities, a Golden Gate Bridge or Hollywood. And that being said by a city girl has to mean something. I am no nature freak or country-bred child; I need the hectic of big cities and the colorful chaos around me. But for some reason, all of that doesn’t matter here. The nature expresses so much unaffected life. The ocean ends and starts again and in between it’s just endless. To make you forget, to make you get lost, to make you fall in love. A true world of miracles.
I know, I will now be writing it for the third time within a text that just consists of four paragraphs. But I think sometime during my college years I was taught that repetition is also a stylistic device. So, here we go again: It’s so beautiful here.