Once inside, however, you’re bathed in Mallorcan character. Sunlight fills the space, glancing off a curated mix of vintage objects, from tribal sculptures to stained glassware. The architecture – Mallorcan stone, exposed brick and timber beams – is gloriously sculptural, but softened by layers of texture and rounded mid-century furnishings.
Upstairs, I instantly fall in love with a pair of cow-print chairs in the second sitting room: utterly distinctive yet entirely at ease within the space. The master bedroom, for its part, is a study in comfort: chocolate-brown tones, stone and wood cocoon themselves around a freestanding bath stocked with natural salts and locally produced Viti Vinci products. Above it, a small glassless hatch lets warm air drift through, while a powerful rainfall shower stands nearby. The Egyptian cotton towels, both bath and beach, are satisfyingly enormous.
Anastasia Otto
Anastasia Otto
In the morning, we’re woken by the sound of church bells and decide to run the four kilometres down to Cala Santanyí. This stretch of the island is known for its beautiful coastline, and the sea looked almost irresistible when we arrived. But without our swimming things, we stayed dry, watching the early light fall over the water before returning to town for Santanyí’s weekly Wednesday market.
By mid-morning, the streets had been transformed into a hive of activity. Stalls overflowed with seasonal produce, freshly baked bread, ceramics and homeware. We stopped at Ca’n Vadell for freshly squeezed orange juice before filling our arms with rosemary sourdough, bright red tomatoes and ripe avocados.
Anastasia Otto
Anastasia Otto
