Menorca Day 2

Today started with a bike ride. The restaurant in my hotel has a coffee maker with a touch screen. You just tap the type of coffee you want and it grinds the beans and makes a perfect cup. I loved that thing. Cappuccino? Tap. Café solo? Tap. Café con leche? Tap, tap, tap. I have never been so ready for a bike ride.

I went down the coast and back up in what was supposed to be more or less a loop that turned out to be less a loop.

The section along the coast is called the Cami de Cavalis, which is part of a much larger trail that goes around the coast of the whole island, and it’s probably been there since the 1300s. It’s a rocky path, much of which is not suitable for vehicles that didn’t exist in the 1300s, like road bikes.

In the beginning, I would ride the sections I could and walk the others. After a couple of miles I found myself enjoying the scenery, animals and views, and just walked even when I didn’t have to, which I guess is what’s supposed to happen.

Similarly, when I left the hotel this morning I noticed people sitting around the hotel pool and thought about what a waste it was to come all the way out here and then sit by the pool. But after spending a few hours wandering along the coast, I thought sitting by a pool and reading sounded like a lovely idea, albeit for people other than me.

Instead I headed into town not for mayonnaise, which may have been invented on this island in the 1750s, nor for a glimpse of an endangered Minorquin horse, which pretty much only exists here, but for a cold cerveza.

After which I wandered around town a little, wondering if we can squeeze a little Menorca into our September trip.