Majorca Property News

Majorca and its beaches

From worthless to plaice fillet expensive piece: Mallorca's beaches have an almost unparalleled career lying. No wonder - but are they the best Wellness idea of nature. The story of the invention of a Badeparadieses. 

The "Well of the Farmers" - is a name not fit for travel books and postcards. But when Oliver Francisco Berga around the year 1915 his hotel "Terminus" at Pouet d'en Vaquer opened, thought the fisherman from Palma also not yet in mass tourism and charter flights. However, Berga Oliver sensed the potential of the border strip between the water and earth. Although he too close to the sea was unpredictable and was sandy and salty, as it for the benefit of a substantial landowner had. Coastal land was worthless on Mallorca, so it was always the younger inherited. 

That changed after ebenjener poor overseas Fischer Berga Oliver the beaches of Cuba and Jamaica had seen, equipped with beach chairs and Badeschaluppen for the European nobility. He knew: We can do this too. So he put a single house on the deserted beach of Palma - in the desert, between flat sloping rocks, sand seegrasbedeckte surfaces and scrub. Along the sea line he planted North African date palms and waited for the first summer. You, he presented the Caribbean on your doorstep. 

Today is called the region for the sake of simplicity Arenal, Sandy, 40,000 beds are made for the visitors. The bay is the prototype of a vacation model, which itself has survived several previous occasions: Sol y Playa, time and again fallen into disrepute, but not totzukriegen. Why? 

Because there is nothing better than an afternoon in the warm sand to spend. No other natural experience is so much associated with relaxation, all other outdoor recreation activities call muscle working and push sweat. When you sweat, the sun also, but that is only cause to swim in the waves. Warm sand and cool water - the best wellness idea of nature and the perfect invitation to idleness. Faul, which we must now only be on the beach. 

Beaches were fishing because 

"Your footprints in the sand ... I was yesterday ...", sang Howard Carpendale 1975. At that time in Germany linked to the beach idyll with, leave, brown skin. And Mallorca was synonymous with the beach. Those who already knew the island inside? Who knew about the possessions, the vast country estates, where until the 1950s was beneficial gewirtschaftet? Who knew from the peasant families that their Selbstversorgerhöfe only once every holy time left, perhaps for a vigil on the Nachbarhof to stand? 

Palma? This was of some place a multi-trip away. The sea? People died, without ever seen up close it. The beaches? In Sa Ràpita outdated with the oxcarts Alluvial seaweed fertilizer to the fields. In Ses Salines salt is collected. In one shot Estellencs seals in the Cala of the camp appeared to get to pops, octopus, after raors, sword fish knife, after llagostas, crawfish. When you plucked Son Real fonoll Marí, sea fennel, so great to Mallorcan lunch plate pa amb oli fits. But swimming? Baden? Sunbathing? 

Upon arrival of the first tourists in the two-parter, the Mallorcan really need to avert their eyes - even in the 1950s forbade the government in Madrid, out of water swimming clothes to wear. Did you move in the bathhouse. Were men and women in separate sections of beach. On Sunday afternoon, they joked with each other, drank geeiste almond milk, sang. In full clothing. Bikini, what then? Brown, why? 

Because brown were the faces of fishermen, smugglers, the Stones Thumper. It was they who populated the beaches - in the evening and morning hours, not 13-17 clock, never at night. Mallorca fishermen tribes were a low social standing and even less income. At the beginning of the 20th Century, they worked on a commission basis - earned only if the nets were full. 

Good catch, there were in deep water along the Tramuntana range. The fishermen lived in the summer, for example, in the Port of Valldemossa, in shacks, without their families. The descent to it at the beginning of the season was like a procession: bags full of food, blessings and songs characterized the parting Auswandern time. "Oh Blava mar que ets de Trista!" (Oh, you blue sea, as you are sad!) Sang on the beach behind. 

Paradise for smugglers 

Mallorca smugglers for centuries used the dependence of the islanders from the mainland. While Coco Chanel in the summer of 1930 because of her bronzed complexion fresh riots in Paris returned, there was famine in Majorca. It lacked the life Important: grain was from Barcelona or Valencia and put on the black market sells expensive. 

Smuggler King Joan March - later one of the richest men in the world - bought in the 1920s and 1930s, long coastline, where its goods are undisturbed delete them. The best went to the sandy beaches such as the virgin It Caragol: Silent ran there on the boats, wordlessly verluden helpers on the merchandise carts, bags and brought the ball away into the center of the island, where life played. Stayed back in the sand cord remains, cigarette butts, foot and tire tracks. 

Or the Stones Thumper: This morning it sounded monotonous beat, interrupted by the bang of a detonation in the open sea were punishing. The Trencadors verluden the boulders on the coast and took them to where first multi-family houses and factories were built - to Palma, Inca, Manacor. Back remained grooved rocks, edges, holes. 

Mallorca recognized the value of its 159 beaches only after it had discovered elsewhere. Berga Oliver was the pioneer among the hoteliers, many others followed. Palm promenade and sandy beaches are now the gold mines of the island, although they only pretend grown Idyll - date palms on the island beaches have so little to look like in the souvenir shop Mexikanerhut: Arabs have the trees around 1000 years ago and they brought a tangible symbol of hospitality prosperity and planted - in their possessions in the island interior. 

Nevertheless, the beach experience on the island no sham. After all, what so far has not marketed Hotelier: Mallorca sand is particularly soft. It is not like the grain to the Caribbean dream beaches of grated stone, but clams and shellfish, the waves in the centuries to the finest grind grains have. The result is the perfect beach, soft and cuddly. The sand, the island is fine, well-guarded secret of success. 

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