Flor de Naranjo Palmaria

Today I am still in the southeast of Mallorca and spent the day by the sea.

At the turquoise shimmering Es Trenc, my favorite spot.

My annual introverted vacations alone have become a great luxury, now indispensable.
Recharging, breathing, at my own pace.
Where I want, as long as I want.
Diving into my worlds, enjoying with all my senses without discussion and compromise.

All imaginable weather alternated today, while everyone fled, I stayed snuggled up, could not get enough of the freedom of the sea, the sandy breeze, and was repeatedly rewarded by the power of the sun with its impressive cloud formations and the silence accompanied by loud waves.
Suddenly, I felt like grabbing some Sal de Flor from the salt pans with its charming shop.
I imagined a bit hungrily what I would still get:
Salt with saffron, limoncello, and almond cake, after all, I am leaving my retreat by the sea tomorrow for 2 days to stay in Port de Soller, to hike to Soller, and make detours to the bay of Deia and Valdemossa.
Hiking in the orange forests of the Tramuntana.
Full of anticipation, I entered the shop and saw:
Perfume.
Local, Balearic colognes, a pleasant seller who simply lets me dive in, allowing me to take my time.
Strolling through the small shop in between and joyfully putting everything I had dreamed of into the basket.

The Aqua de Baleares - a very special scent.
Should I?
Again and again, my nose reaches for the orange scent, it is stunning, I can't get enough.
Juice, blossom, peel - all in olfactory perfect combination, perfectly balanced.
I can't help myself.
At the checkout, he lets me chat in Spanish, smiling sincerely.
“Es para ti?”
“Si!”
“Es un poeme de los naranjas, no?”
“Si, es demasiado perfecto.”
In the car, I tear open the package, spraying it everywhere.
An orange dream.
Soller, here I come!
But first, an ice-cold limoncello para mi.