A promised land.

The Albarca Valley, north of Lluc monastery (click to enlarge)

You’ll probably be relieved to know that I’m not going to write in great detail about every aspect of the Mallorca trip. Instead I’ll just write a short piece about individual aspects or locations which particularly struck me. For this post I’d like to talk about Lluc, a small settlement based on a monastery, centrally positioned along the north-west facing side of the island.

This part of Mallorca – the Tramuntana – is uncompromisingly mountainous with vertiginous cliff faces in many places. Roads wind through the mountains with hairpin bend after hairpin bend, sometimes clinging precariously to mountain sides. Driving them is sometimes not for the faint hearted. I particularly admired the bus drivers who had to deal with scores, if not hundreds, of cyclists every day, often riding two or three abreast on narrow, winding, carriageways. Ancient trackways, suitable only for walkers and donkeys, traverse the same terrain rather more steeply and directly.

The conventional story of Lluc goes like this. In the middle of the 13th century an Arab shepherd named Luke, newly converted to Christianity, discovered a dark wooden statue of the Virgin in a cleft in the rock there. The image was placed in the local church but three times it miraculously returned to its original location, whereupon villagers recognised a message from God and built a shrine to house it. It thus became a place of pilgrimage.

But according to the Rough Guide to Mallorca, its religious significance goes back much further than that: it already was a pilgrimage site. The area’s prehistoric residents were animists, who deified the holm-oak woodlands surrounding it. The Romans later renamed the site “Lucus” or sacred forest. With the arrival of monks, it was decided to overlay a Christian explanation for the significance of the locality. History is not my strongpoint, but isn’t that a sequence of events often put forward to account for sacred sites in our own islands?

I’m not sure if there are still any monks living in the monastery at Lluc. There is a chapel dedicated to the Virgin Mary, a museum, and – outside – a slightly eccentric but interesting botanical garden showing plants of the mountains. But more than anything else, Lluc is dedicated to tourism. It has over a hundred rooms of various types, and there is a restaurant, bar, grocery store and gift shop. Not that I’m complaining about the accommodation – it has some of the only reasonably priced rooms in the Tramuntana . It was there that we stayed for four nights.

Behind the monastery buildings, a few minutes walk uphill on a cobbled track will take you to a cross set on a rocky prominence. From that point you have a panoramic view of the Albarca valley, set amongst rugged wooded cliffs and mountain tops. It is without a shadow of a doubt the most fertile area for miles around, as you can see from the main picture above, and so different from the unforgiving limestone mountains and ravines that surround it. For me it had the feeling of shangri-la, a promised land which would have delighted anyone coming across it. Did those early animists stand on this very same spot, entranced by the valley below them? It wouldn’t surprise me.

It is apparently now owned by the March family, once the 7th richest in the world, it is said, whose riches came from a variety of sources, ranging from tobacco smuggling to banking. You could say that the family has a somewhat “controversial” background, with wheeling and dealing and political chicanery to the fore.

I had discovered the Albarca valley on my first visit to Mallorca, probably thirty years ago, when it was full of the display flights and mating calls of booted eagles. Not so this year, unfortunately: if present they would probably have been sitting on eggs. On my earlier visit it was possible to explore the valley on foot. It is now only open to the public one day a week, so we had to admire this wonderful landscape from above and afar. But as I looked across the valley and watched a mixed flock of griffon and black vultures soaring around the summit of Puig Roig in the background I felt that whatever conservation initiatives are in place here, the land is in safe hands. I do hope I am right.

This post is for Jane, who accompanied me on this Mallorca trip, and whose birthday it is today!

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