It’s pronounced Fornalutch and is a beautifully preserved example of a quaint old Mallorquin town. You’ll fall in love with it and want to buy a house there, but thanks to all of the expats that have already staked a claim, the real-estate is gorgeous and seriously ka-ching. Ah well, you gotta have a dream.
Fornalutx is off the Ma-10 in the Alfabia mountains just about 15 minutes past Sóller. That’s M-A-ten, not “Ma ten,” as my American GPS likes to say. It has the usual Mallorquin village staples: a pharmacy, a bakery, a town hall or ayuntamiento that is actually housed in a really old tower (cool, eh?), a few restaurants and shops, a playground, and of course the main town square, which is almost always called Plaça Espanya anywhere in Spain, where you can sit comfortably in the sun, drink your café con leche and people watch.
Though quiet in mid-winter, when we went, Fornalutx is particularly beautiful this time of year thanks to the recent snowfall, something the island hasn’t seen in nearly three winters. There are several microclimats on the island due to the mountain ranges, valleys and bays, so one side of the mountains embracing Fornalutx is sunny and green; the other side is cloudy and snowcapped. The effect is breath taking.
We had our usual touristy day. We walked around, stopped at the playground to play with the girls and entertain the locals as hubbie and I tried to fit our bums into the kiddie slide, had something to eat and washed it down with a caña (draft beer for you non Spanish speakers), people watched, and capped the day off with a tasty coffee with coq d’amettla (Mallorquin almond cake. YUM!!)
Speaking of treats, enjoy my attempt at being a travel photog below. You’re welcome 😉