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Can we just take a moment to appreciate these views?

OK thanks.

This is the view from the Mirador de Deia, a little balcony viewing area up in the mountains, halfway to the village of Deia.

It’s a gorgeous area, and I was dying to show Gary, so Dad kindly drove us up there after our little stop in Valldemosa.

We stopped to admire the views (and take a million selfies and instavids…) and stayed for the local cuisine.

The Mirador de na Foradada restaurant is literally on the cliffside. It’s enclosed by glass windows on three sides, and has a sexy little outside terrace as well. The prices aren’t bad, the menu is nice and varied, and we decided it was the perfect place to stop and have some lunch.

Spectacular views, yummy food and €3 glasses of prosecco?

YES to the PLEASE.

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To start we shared a selection of chicken, cod and spinach croquetas (proper Spanish croquetas, with a rich, creamy bechamel filling) and a Frito Mallorquin, which is a super local and delicious mix of fried vegetables, cubed potatoes and liver (the only time I EVER eat liver!).

For mains, we decided Sunday lunch deserved a paella.

This one was a mixta (which basically just means it has a mixture of fish, meat, seafood and vegetables) and we did our usual trick of ordering it for three people, even though there were four of us at the table.

If there’s something we’ve learnt over the years, it’s that there’s always TONS of leftovers, even if we all have second and third helpings!

(The only downside: SOMEONE has to go without a prawn… Sigh.)

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The rest of the afternoon was spent in Deià village.

We wandered down olive-tree-lined paths, explored a tiny picturesque graveyard up on a hill and strolled through beautiful cobbled streets.

I tried to take photos of all the fabulous lemon trees (and failed abysmally).

Then we grabbed ice creams and headed back to the car.

Plumped up, sunburnt and ready for a nap in the back seat.

Sunday perfection.