• Home
  • About
    • Who We are
    • Affiliates
    • Disclosures & Guidelines
    • FAQs
    • Privacy Notice
  • Funding Your Travels
    • Banking on the Road
    • Credit Cards in Our Wallet
    • Spending
  • Contact
    • Media
    • Submission Guidelines
    • Partnership Opportunities

i should log off

log off and live!

  • Travel & Planning
    • Travel Reflections
      • Good, Bad & Ugly
      • Re-Entry
    • Travel Resources
      • Travel Tips
      • Travel Bloggers
    • Reviews
      • Gear
      • Operators
      • Travel Clothing
    • Travel Gear
      • Cameras
      • Danny’s Clothes
      • Electronics
      • Health & Hygiene
      • Jillian’s Clothes
      • General Gear
  • Destinations
    • Travel Guides
    • Africa
      • Egypt
      • Ethiopia
      • Lesotho
      • Kenya
      • Malawi
      • Morocco
      • Mozambique
      • Namibia
      • South Africa
      • Sudan
      • Swaziland
      • Tanzania
      • Uganda
      • Zimbabwe
    • Asia & Oceania
      • Armenia
      • Cambodia
      • China
      • Georgia
      • India
      • Kazakhstan
      • Laos
      • Thailand
      • Turkey
      • Uzbekistan
      • Vietnam
    • Caribbean
      • Antigua
      • Cuba
      • Jamaica
    • Central America
      • Belize
      • Costa Rica
      • Guatemala
      • Honduras
      • Nicaragua
      • Panama
    • Europe
      • Armenia
      • Austria
      • Belgium
      • Czech Republic
      • France
      • Georgia
      • Germany
      • Hungary
      • Italy
      • Spain
      • Turkey
    • North America
      • Canada
      • Mexico
      • USA
    • Middle East
      • Egypt
      • Israel
      • Jordan
      • Oman
      • Turkey
    • South America
      • Argentina
      • Brazil
      • Bolivia
      • Chile
      • Colombia
      • Ecuador
      • Peru
      • Uruguay
  • Weekend Adventures
    • Cycle
      • Pastimes
        • Beer & Wine
        • Books
        • Cooking
        • History & Culture
    • Dive & Snorkel
    • Hike
    • Trek
    • Whitewater
  • Photos
    • Photo of the Day
  • Family Travel
You are here: Home / Archives for Destinations / Europe / Spain

European Luxury: Hotel De Mallorca

February 27, 2011 By Guest Blogger

 Thanks to Martin Ross for today’s guest post.  If you are interested in guest posting with IShouldLogOff, email us at info [at] ishouldlogoff.com. Thanks!
 
Mallorca, a typical hub for British tourists or an unsung gem of the Mediterranean? Off the east coast of the Spanish mainland, this beautiful island boasts rugged mountains, sandy beaches and a rich, cultural history prevalent in customs, language and architecture. The weather forecast is just as impressive as the island itself; during July and August tourists can expect at least eleven hours of sun a day and scorching temperatures. As if that wasn’t enough, Mallorca has recently become a popular destination for the rich and famous- don’t be surprised if you see Claudia Schiffer sun bathing on her yacht off the coast of Palma. With such a prestigious clientele, the island must have equally prestigious accommodation. Mallorca has many exquisite hotels, cottages and estates on offer…
 

The Castillo Hotel Son Vida, a 13th century castle with stunning views of the bay of Palma is the definite place to stay if money is no object. Surrounded by golf courses and sub-tropical parkland, this hotel has earned all of its five stars without question. Or, for those of you that like to indulge in total relaxation, why not stay at the Marriot Mallorca? This hotel is home to the most renowned spa facilities on the island and is only a stone throw way from local beaches and historic villages. The hotel rooms are also extremely impressive with breathtaking views of the ocean.

If hotels are not for you then fear not. Mallorca is home to a wealth of varied and exciting places to stay. For total tranquillity, the Puig Sant Salvador in Felantix, a former monastery, has opened its doors to tourists. La Creveta, a charming converted farmhouse in Pollenca is also well worth consideration. With a private pool and within walking distance to fabulous tapas bars and dining places, this is perfect for the ultimate chill-out. The villa of Fin es Fasser is equally stunning. Situated in the small village of Calogne, this villa boasts a large swimming pool, a beautiful, roomy dining room and is perfect for a family holiday.

So there you have it. Whether you are looking for hotels, villas, converted farmhouses or renovated monasteries of all things, Mallorca can offer it all. Typical tourist spot-maybe. Unsung gem of the Mediterranean- definitely.

 

Filed Under: Europe, Headline, Spain Tagged With: luxury, mallorca, spain

Foodie Friday: Tortilla Espanola

July 16, 2010 By Jillian

Before we left on this journey we hosted some couchsurfers from Malaga, Spain.  He was a chef, so when they told us they wanted to make tortilla espanola, I was all for it.

Also called tortilla de patata, its probably the most common dish throughout Spain.  Eaten as a light dinner or served between a baguette, for us it was a nice change from the constant ham and cheese options.   Simple & easy to make, our couchsurfing chef spiced his up with a delicious red pepper sauce.  Here’s his recipe for both the tortilla and the sauce:

Tortilla Ingredients:

  • 4 medium potatoes
  • 3 eggs
  • 1/2l olive oil
  • onion & green pepper as you like

Directions:

Peel, cut and fry potatoes on low heat.  Remove from heat. Whip eggs and mix with the potatoes and salt.  In another fry pan, put a little oil and pour in the egg and potato mixture.  Cook and serve.

Red Pepper Ingredients:

  • One large tablespoon of paprika
  • one spoonful of oregano
  • 1 crushed garlic clove
  • 1 tablespoon of vinegar
  • pinch of salt
  • one entire red pepper
  • 3 tablespoons of olive oil

Blend all ingredients together.  Serve.

Filed Under: Cooking, Europe, Food, Headline, Pastimes, Spain Tagged With: recipe

Pamplona: Running with the Bulls

July 14, 2010 By Danny

For the weeks leading up to the running, everyone I met who knew anything about San Fermin had the exact same conversation with me:

Them: You’re going for San Fermin.

Me: Yes

Them: Are you running?

Me: Why else would I go?

Them: (not answering my question because clearly there was no answer) Be careful.

So we went. Flying first to Barcelona (that was the cheap flight) and spending a very brief night with an old friend we boarded a bus the next day for Pamplona. We arrived in the evening, after the opening festivities, and felt as though we’d missed the entire party. Everywhere we looked were people dressed in all white with only a red neck-scarf and belt. Many were covered in sangria and were already leaving town. We quickly purchased some overpriced apparel and were on our way.

Sitting down at the home of our host we were basically given a primer in running with the bulls; which parts of the course were more dangerous, which better for viewing, and which easier to survive for another day. We learned that last year someone died, but that death is actually quite rare for the event, and that it was important to be well-rested and sober. It was already midnight, one person in the house was filling an “exterminators” spray bucket with sangria and setting off for the night. Others were turning in so that they could wake up at 3am to get to a good viewing area. Only one of that foursome was planning to run.

In the end we woke up at 6am and within an hour I found myself in the ‘path of the bulls’ ….with time to spare. I set to walking around and trying to make myself comfortable in the cool morning air. Walking toward where the run began I found more space as this was the safer, and therefore less exciting area to be in. At this point in the run the bulls are mostly together and sprinting forward having not yet come to their first corner where they might lose the group, become disoriented, or slip while turning. Any of those situations can become dire rather quickly. I watched as bands played music, old men danced, young men performed stretches and other ‘primadonna’ type rituals, and women laughed and joked from the balconies.

Soon it was time to get excited. A noise came from the front and tons of people started running…..even though there was at least 10 minutes left before go-time. Same thing happened again at 5 minutes. People wanted to get further down the track for their chance to enter the bullring I suppose; or maybe they were just stupid and thought the bulls were running after them. Men at the front began to chant a song that I couldn’t understand while striking their rolled up newspapers in the air. There was a rocket blast, cheering, more running, a first glimpse of bulls, then pandemonium.

I stood waiting to see the bulls as people around me started running at all out sprints. Several knocked into me but I somehow managed to hold my ground despite my injured foot. When I finally saw the bulls running, I finally began to run, taking elbows from fellow runners as they bulled off ‘through me’ to the side with the bulls still 20 or 30 meters away. During this, I too began to make my way toward the side of the street to let the bulls run past me and I’m sure I probably threw and elbow or two as well. Then the bulls ran past, at a full gallop, far to fast for any man save Usain Bolt to keep up with. Below is a video of the run the day I participated:

With the bulls past already, it really did last only a mere instant, I didn’t really know what to do so I kept running/walking in a somewhat forward direction. Eventually I heard the now familiar sound of a cowbell and knew that some others were coming and indeed they were and did. This grouping of bulls seemed to miss the memo titled ‘Running with the Bulls’ as they were merely trotting yet still dangerous all the same. With them past people joined together in that same forward motion, looking over their shoulders the entire time, and began to sing ‘ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole.’ (It sounds better when you sing it, doesn’t it?) I made it all 850 meters to the bullring, which was already closed, and then left the street to go meet Jill at our meeting place.

It may have only lasted a matter of seconds, but I ran with the bulls.

Now enjoy this video from last year. The man who is absolutely destroyed by the bull not only lived, but ran again this year…he’s a local.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJig8fZkA2Y&feature=PlayList&p=5B2A626E549885F4&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=5

Filed Under: Europe, Headline, Spain Tagged With: culture, festival

San Fermin: Toro! Toro!

July 12, 2010 By Jillian

Leading up to San Fermin, we seemed to meet tons of Spaniards.  All had the exact same advice for Danny after he told them he wanted to run with the bulls: “cuidado.”

Cuidado, caution, indeed.  We arrived in Pamplona on the first night of the nine night festivities.  With the first “encierro” or bull run the next morning, Danny decided he might as well try his luck on the first day and just get it over with.  Danny’s going to write about his experience with the encierro later this week, so for now I’ll just leave you in suspense.

Besides the famous encierro, which happens every single morning of the festival, San Fermin is also regarded as the biggest party in Europe.  Staring July 6th and ending July 14th, the festival is one easy math equation: sangria+bulls= craziness.  All night bands and bars do their best to keep nearly a million people happy and drunk over the nine days of the festival.  The median age seemed to be around 18 although there were lots of people our age and older, we felt slightly out of our element.  That’s not to say we didn’t enjoy the festivities, but we couldn’t hold a candle to the younger folks.

For the last five hundred years,  the encierro ends each morning in the bull ring, where the enormous bulls that have just run down the street are corralled and escorted from the ring as quickly as possible.  Left in the ring are hundreds, maybe even a thousand battered, frightened and exhilarated people who have survived the running of the bulls.  They are waiting for what can only be described as payback.   Now I’ve  never witnessed a gladiator competition, but if you’ve seen the movie you might have an idea of what if feels like to be in the ring.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7tBikbsvqw

With the big bulls safely out of the picture several smaller bulls, with their horns covered to prevent goring, are released one at a time into the crowd.  The doors are closed and the same people who just ran for their lives down the street  try to attract the attention of the bull with colored shirts, newspapers and clapping.  Some people try to jump the bull or even torment it but the handful that literally try to grab the bull by the horns, are punished quite severely from the crowd of locals and beaten until they let the bull go.  Although participants can’t be gored by the bulls, the bulls are still quite strong and can knock people down, toss them into the air, charge them and even run them over.  On the day we sat in the bull ring two people were pulled out of the run for medical attention.  As you can imagine, people don’t tend to stay in the ring for too long and by the third bull the crowd had cleared considerably, with most of the “runners” relegating themselves to watching from atop the wall or behind a safety barrier.  Brutal.

The action is primitive and absolutely horrifying and yet, electrifying.  Cheering, jeering and wincing at the action, the crowd is just as much as part of the action as the bulls, probably even more so.  It’s like watching a sports game in a crowd of a few thousand people, a very frenzied crowd of people.

If you go: San Fermin runs every year from July 6th-July 14th, and nearly a million people are estimated to attend.  Book transportation and accommodation early.  The encierro happens every morning of the festival starting July 7th at 8am, but in order to participate or spectate you’ll have to be there much earlier.  Follow the rules of the encierro, which are posted all over town, and remember not to participate drunk or drugged.  Bulls that participate in the encierro in the morning are killed during a bull fight in the evening, tickets are available at the bullring in advance.

Filed Under: Europe, Headline, Spain Tagged With: crowds, culture, festivals, traditions

  • « Previous Page
  • 1
  • 2
  • 3

Connect With Us

  • Email
  • Facebook
  • Flickr
  • Pinterest
  • RSS
  • Twitter

Featured Posts

Our Bucket List
How We Travel For Free
$ Travel Tips

Recent Comments

  • Barbara on Kayaking Kauai’s Na Pali Coast
  • Lori Hubbard on Review: Eneloop Batteries and Charger
  • TK on The Trouble with Philadelphia

Banking on the Road

It can be very hard to keep track of your finances while you're on the road long-term. Be sure to check out how we took care of our finances while traveling and feel free to email us any questions you have.

Adventure Guides

Torres Del Paine
China Adventure
Uzbekistan Overland
Egyptian Odyssey
Malaria
Argentina Adventure
DIY African Safari
South Africa Guide
Bolivia by Bus
How-To African Visas

[footer_backtotop]

Copyright 2008-2015 · All Rights Reserved · Contact I Should Log Off · RSS · Partner With Us · Privacy