Muse in Mallorca
The village of Deia is a postcard pretty town. Set in the hillside on the island of Mallorca, the town is a stone vision that looks much as it must have looked a hundred years ago. The homes are charming with gorgeous flowering vines, palm trees, stone patios, and hanging pots with flowers spilling over. A walk through the village is like a walk back through time. You can hear almost nothing except for birds chirping, the clang of a bell dangling from the neck of a stray goat, and an occasional (but rare) car driving up the mountain. When the morning fog lifts from the mountain and the mist disappears, the sun casts shadows on the ever-changing terrain. You can look down to the sparkling deep crystal blue of the Mediterranean. I loved pretending I lived in Deia. I fantasized about writing every day on my patio, surrounded by all this beauty and silence. My muse was with me there.