This was a long-weekend Wedding Anniversary trip for us. We discovered that the German exclave of Mallorca could be visited with the correct QR-codes and tests and with no quarantine either end. Unfortunately, it looked as though everyone else in Germany was also going.
We were staying in our apartment in Oberursel, so for a change it was Frankfurt Airport that was our point of departure. The airport was not so crowded but safely navigating the airport in a pandemic, turned into a military exercise at double-time with a testudo formed from carry-on baggage and H firing salvos of verbal balistas and sprays of sanitizer at anyone unwise enough to enter our defensive perimeter.
The drive across the island to our rented villa near Portopetro, included buying groceries for the entire trip so we could stay away from los restaurantes. The house was basic but was far from the madding crowd, being set in a large almond tree grove. The pool was way too cold for me and it required much thicker layers of blubber than even I could manage. Fortunately, there was a fireplace outside and when the rain stopped, I grilled some dorada for dinner over charcoal, and then made more of a warming blaze from olivewood logs.
I started barbequing pork ribs for dinner then, in the sunny afternoon, we took an easy walk to the picturesque rocky inlets of Cala Mondragó and Caló des Borgit with a bottle of cava and some snacks to have a small anniversary picnic sat on the clifftop.
A drive back across the island to Palma Airport was necessary to get fresh PCR tests to re-enter Germany. Later, I made a paella which was a tad brighter yellow than expected from the unknown brand of paella flavouring.
Naturally, the PCR test results were late arriving which caused the usual anxiety and soul-searching. Another drive back to Palma where H did some shopping near the Catedral de Mallorca while I sulked outside in the streets. Then it was back to the airport and to Frankfurt.