The second day was supposed to be an 8 hour hike. I figured that was too much for my untrained body. To avoid injury, I decided to walk halfway, where the trail crossed the road, and hitchhike to my next destination. Again I paid really good attention to the guidebook, map, signs, compass and phone. I asked other hikers for directions. The hike was uphill and really strenuous. Then there was a downhill part, which was especially hard on my knees. After four hours, can you imagine my frustration when I ended up in Sant Elm again; the fishing village where I had started that very morning???
Again I took in the lovely views, this time with a bitter taste in my mouth. But knowing I had only hiked about 1/5 of the original route I knew that my plan or doing half, even if I had managed to find the right route, would have been too much for me. Another advantage was that I could now easily pick up my car in stead of having to hitchhike to the next town and then later having to go back by bus to pick up my car. As I started to see the advantages of this ‘mistake’, I decided to make the best of it. I had a wonderful late lunch in Restaurant Es Moli. By the time I had finished, the bus arrived in front of that very restaurant to take me to my car. An hour later I was at my next destination Estellencs. I had plenty of time to enjoy the pool and spa facilities in the luxurious hotel Maristel.
Day three meant a hike of 7 hours, so again I decided to only walk to the village halfway and take a bus to my next stop Esporles. The hike was well signposted and the views were breathtaking. The centuries old olive trees in the orchards I passed somehow touched me. Their wisdom, their calm, their presence; what they must have seen in all those years… Then I entered a small forest. The birds were singing their happy song, the smell of pine trees hypnotized me; the views of the valley below were mesmerizing. I sat down for a light meditation and felt truly happy. By the time I had climbed the mountain that marked the halfway point of my trip, I found that the trail had been closed. The owner of the land had put a fence to prevent hikers to cross his property. There were two options: walk all the way down an asphalted road and continue along the main road to the next village, or walk the same lovely trail back to my starting point. After a quiet lunch, enjoying the view and the absence of other hikers (everybody seemed to know that the trail had been closed!), I decided to walk back the same way I came. I would enjoy the forest again, and I would get to my car to drive to the next hotel; no more waiting for busses. I was starting to like this idea of walking back to where I started from!