Mallorca in the fall was absolutely magical. We stayed in the most stunning villa I’ve ever seen, a beautifully preserved 18th-century flour mill brimming with character. The backyard was straight out of a dream, with baby turtles roaming around and fruit trees providing the perfect finishing touch to an already incredible setting.

The weather couldn’t have been better—warm and sunny during the day, with that crisp, cool fall air setting in at night. It made packing a breeze; versatile layers were the way to go. Since I was there for a week, I planned to wash my hair and brought along my blow-dry brush. However, the moment I plugged it in, it started smoking! Needless to say, I quickly unplugged it and decided to embrace air-dried hair for the rest of the trip. I suspect the brush wasn’t compatible with European voltage, and honestly, I’m still too nervous to try it back home to see if it survived the ordeal.

Despite the hair hiccup, everything about Mallorca felt incredibly peaceful and simple, like a fairytale.