» You just have to walk slowly enough to stay always in the sun «
– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
There are towns, which overwhelm you with a big bang. They brim over with energy, are big and screaming and you don’t know what to pay attention to first. And then, there are towns, which step into your heart on tiptoes. They are quiet and calm and meek and don’t astonish you as much. Sometimes it even takes a few days until you realize how nice it was at that place.
Porto Petro definitely counts to the second kind of towns. At first sight, it seems just like a sleepy village at the coast, where nothing is really going on and where fishers do their work in silence. And that is not completely wrong, Porto is a village at the coast, where you’re not awaited by the top sights of this century. Instead, you’ll find a place, where you can take a break from all worries and problems and a harbor that protects you from the hectic pace of our everyday-lives.
Porto Petro feels, similar to Porto Colom, like summer, no matter which season it actually is. I can’t really say why, but it is enough to just look at the photographs back at home. I can feel the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair and hear the rushing sea. To me, it’s part of the magic of Majorcan fishing villages. It seems as if they have absorbed summer so intensively that during the entire year, it doesn’t ever go away.
It could also be like Antoine de Saint Exupéry wrote it in “The Little Prince”. Who walks slowly enough, is always going to stay in the sun. It would fit the southern mentality, the calmness and serenity. These characteristics are supported by everything here. By fishers as well as by their little boats, which peacefully sway on the waves. It is a view, I can’t ever get enough of.
The sea here is glittering as if it’s covered with diamonds. Unfortunately, it is one of those spectaculars that nature has to offer which cannot really by captured by a camera. I really gave it my best, I sat on the rocks and tried almost every possible angle. Still the photos can’t be compared at all to what it looks like in reality. It seems like nature wants to tell us: Go outside and take a look at it yourself, don’t settle for pictures.
If I will ever make my childhood-dream of writing a novel come true, Porto Petro would be the town where I would accomplish it. Maybe here, I would not run out of concentration and motivation after writing five pages. Here, in silence, where one is able to be just with oneself, it could be possible to make it. A town like Porto Petro, which is totally different from my familiar world, seems to be the perfect place to invent a new one.