Porto Petro Resorts - Reviews and Rates

This was a day that I had been looking forward to. But when it finally arrived I grew nostalgic and melancholic, as it usually occurs when a period is marked by an end. It was one of those days I expected to take long in arriving, but it got to my present reality fairly quickly, giving me no time to actually absorb what it meant. The arrival of ...

As was forecasted by many people who have spent more than one Summer here, clouds and rain have stormed through the island during these first two weeks of September. We witnessed the first electrical storm just yesterday night, when sitting in our terrace watching the blinding show of lightning flashes and rumbling thunder. We wanted to walk up ...

The final days of August have taken with it its hoards of tourists, leaving the streets of Porto Petro and the surrounding towns immersed the lazy tranquility of the end of summer. Everyday feels like Sunday: no busy traffic, no bustling pedestrians, no groups of people wandering about. All I can see now when I peer out from the terrace of our f...

At last I am awarded with a few moments of free time to sit down and gather my thoughts. Awarded, I say, because of my discipline, endurance, and temperance. But there are limits one should always set and once those limits are tested, it's time to move on. That's how I came to quit my job at the Mondragó restaurant. I have to say I put myself to...

Our two house guests, Alex and Sandra are great to have around. They are tidy and courteous, and very pleasant to be around. I came home from work yesterday and luckily, found them to be home, sitting in the terrace. I sat with them and we chatted until around midnight, having olive and chip snacks in between. Sandra gave me a Japanese peppermin...

When I have a plan I try to stick to it. That's why, as I mentioned on the previous entry, I went out to find a part time job the very next day and found one. I was instantly hired at a restaurant at Mondragó Beach as a cashier. I didn't tell the owner this, but he hired a person who's always been a complete idiot when it comes to numbers. Nonet...

The harsh Mallorcan heat has turned me into a pseudo hermit, choosing the shade of my apartment with it's turbo fan over the scorching sun of the beach or the pavement. When I first got here I didn't think the summer heat was too bad; I actually rather enjoyed the weather and cooling sea breeze, even though locals warned me it was going to get m...

We spent the night at Bernie's and Barbie's cozy house in Porto Petro, a quiet town on the eastern shores of the island, which fed off German, British and Dutch tourism. The season hadn't yet officially commenced but from Bernie's accounts from the hotel where he worked, people had already started pouring in. We woke after a good night's rest in...