Took the little trolley train out of Port de Soller and headed back to Soller, Mallorca.
Views along the way.
Heading back into the center (you can see the spires of the cathedral) of town.
Once dropped off by the train, I spent the rest of my day exploring the streets with my cheesy little tourist map (which by the way isn't 100% accurate and by no means includes enough streets to navigate properly). I met at least one other walker with the same "where exactly are we?" questions I had.
There were loads of walking trails and roads to choose from in the Serra de Tramuntanas and surrounding areas. Mallorca attracts visitors from all over for walking tours. I secretly envied those who came in those trekking groups. I'd love to go back and do that some day.
I stopped at a little grocery store and bought myself the makings of a picnic lunch.
Carried my bag lunch through the tiny towns of Fornalutx and Biniaraix
to enjoy a picnic in the country side. It was a magical sort of day.
I wasn't prepared for a full day of hiking trails, so I hiked for a while to the distant sound of sheep bells, stopped to enjoy the view and then turned back around.
Back to the center of Soller where I sat in a cafe with my Irish coffee to watch the world go by before boarding the train headed back to Palma.
The last view of Soller before disappearing into the first of many tunnels that dotted our way home.
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