Day at Deia

Gordon drove us through the beautiful and winding hills from Pollenca, through Soller to the little village of Deia, which was so pretty, sitting tucked into the hillside, surrounded by olive groves, lemon and lime trees. We had our most expensive lunch of tapas here, before heading down to the bay, were the waves were too choppy for swimming (except for some keen, speedo clad Germans), but we sat on the rocks and enjoyed a bit of sunshine, and some stunning views.