Palma de Mallorca, Spain
Hello fellow wanderlusters! Get ready to join us as we escape to the sun-kissed shores of Palma de Mallorca, Spain! This weekend is all about immersing ourselves in the vibrant culture, soaking up the Mediterranean warmth, and indulging in delicious local flavors. We're hitting the ground running with a jam-packed itinerary, designed to squeeze every ounce of fun out of our time in this island paradise. Prepare for a whirlwind of unforgettable moments!
Our Palma adventure began, bright and early, at Frankfurt Hahn airport. Typically, airport security is a breeze for us, but this time, our decision to travel light with just carry-on luggage backfired spectacularly. We'd naively assumed a leisurely arrival would be fine. Wrong! We were immediately confronted with a scene of absolute chaos: four snaking security queues, each seemingly a mile long. The wait was enough to test anyone's patience!
After a tense half-hour, we finally reached the front. And guess what? If you remember our Paris trip, you'll know I'm usually the one handpicked for a thorough search. But this time, the baton of "random selection" has been passed on to my ever-so-patient fiancé!
With the ordeal behind us, we found a quiet corner to decompress, the anticipation building as we waited for our boarding time. An hour flew by filled with people-watching and excited chatter before the boarding announcement we were longing to hear finally came.
Arrival in Palma
Stepping onto the tarmac was a breath of fresh air, literally! Sunshine greeted us, a welcome change from the usual dreary rain that seems to follow us to the airport. The walk to the plane was actually enjoyable without the usual chill nipping at our heels. We settled into our seats, ready for the two-hour flight, the excitement for our Mallorca adventure bubbling within us. As the engines roared to life, we couldn't help but grin, imagining all the fun and memories awaiting us.
Upon arrival in Palma, a slight chill in the air hinted that maybe, just maybe, my expectations of warm, balmy weather were a touch optimistic. Holding onto a sliver of hope, we quickly made our way inside the airport terminal and immediately sought refuge in a charming café. A delicious croissant and a steaming cappuccino were just the ticket to fuel our bodies and our enthusiasm for the adventures that lay ahead!
Rental Car Pick-Up with Wiber
With our post-flight snacks enjoyed, I consulted my phone's navigation to find our designated shuttle pick-up point for Wiber, the car rental company. The instructions seemed clear: exit the terminal, turn right at the walkway's end, and proceed a short distance. Seemingly simple, right? Stepping outside, however, we were immediately assaulted by a bone-chilling blast of cold air, a stark contrast to the airplane's interior. Undeterred, despite the biting wind, we pushed forward, eyes peeled for the telltale sign of our ride.
We finally spotted it – a vibrant blue van bearing the "Wiber" logo. But just as we reached the curb, we watched in frustration as it pulled away. So, we waited. And waited. The relentless wind whipped at our clothes, threatening to pilfer any loose items. Though it felt like an eternity, only a brief twenty minutes had passed before the subsequent shuttle appeared.
Relieved to escape the frigid open air, we piled into the van, finally on our way to the Wiber rental office. Despite the shuttle's initial tardiness, the check-in process was impressively smooth. We secured our customary insurance, and soon enough, we were handed the keys to our vehicle, eager to begin the next phase of our trip.
We settled into our dependable Ford Focus and set off towards our hotel, our GPS guiding us with cheerful pronouncements of a mere fifteen-minute drive. As we motored along, the scenery unfolded before us in a tapestry of vibrant green. Whimsical windmills dotted the landscape like quirky guardians, and orange trees added a delightful burst of citrus color. While perhaps not quite as enchanting as Portugal, the view was nonetheless captivating. Then, a sudden flash of vibrant blue captured our attention - the sparkling Mediterranean Sea, making a dramatic appearance to our right, instantly washing away the initial chill and setting the tone for a promising adventure.
Melia Palma Bay
Our temporary home, the Melia Palma Bay, stood before us – a formidable, tan structure, its facade punctuated by a multitude of windows. While not a postcard-perfect vision, it possessed a certain undeniable character. Our initial mission: conquering the parking puzzle. We circled the building, seeking the wisdom of the hotel staff. Their response to our inquiry about designated parking was the cryptic, “Just head around back.” Following this sage advice, we discovered a parking garage, its hourly rate a less-than-enthralling two euros. But fortune favored us, guiding us to a coveted spot on a side street, a quiet victory over the parking gods.
Luggage in hand, we entered the lobby, and the transformation was immediate and remarkable. The interior offered a stark contrast to the building’s exterior, unfolding into an oasis of opulence and charm. The air itself felt crisp and clean, the space expansive and inviting. To our right, a restaurant promised culinary delights, while to our left, a lounge whispered of relaxation. However, check-in was our initial priority. Despite our early arrival, luck smiled on us yet again; our room was ready.
Key in hand, we ascended to the fifth floor via the elevator. As the doors opened, a hallway of understated elegance greeted us, featuring rich wooden doors and tasteful accents. The room numbers themselves seemed to glow, a subtle beacon in this maze of refined taste. But then, as we stepped into our room, a singular feature commanded our immediate attention: the shower. It wasn't an ordinary shower; it was entirely transparent, offering an unobstructed view into the adjacent room. A bold, perhaps even audacious, design choice.
Suddenly, the concept of privacy acquired a new dimension. Further adding to this unique experience, the bathroom itself lacked a traditional door, instead employing a small, somewhat weary sliding panel. Thankfully, a blind was discovered, a welcome safeguard that offered the promise of modesty. Despite these unconventional bathing arrangements, the remainder of the room exuded a sense of comfort and luxury. The window offered a breathtaking vista of the shimmering sea and bobbing boats, a truly picturesque scene. And the bed – oh, the bed – was a haven of softness, promising nights of blissful slumber. Despite the quirky shower, our stay felt safe, secure, and undeniably indulgent.
Sunny Portixol
With our luggage finally settled, our stomachs began their familiar rumble, a clear call to lunchtime. The hotel lobby restaurant, while convenient, failed to ignite our culinary interest. So, turning to the trusty digital compass of Google Maps, I discovered a couple of tantalizing options just a short hop from the beach. A brief stroll later, and we were faced with a delicious dilemma: Sunny Portixol or Sawmill?
A swift scan of the menus settled the matter. Sunny Portixol, with its more appealing array of dishes, emerged as the victor. We found ourselves comfortably seated, greeted by a genuinely warm smile from our waitress, who provided wonderfully attentive service throughout our meal.
I opted for a chicken wrap, a seemingly safe choice, paired with a side of irresistibly golden, crispy fries and a pineapple spritz. William, more adventurous, chose a chicken-cobb salad sandwich, also with fries, and a glass of red wine. The food arrived swiftly, a testament to their efficiency, though the taste, unfortunately, didn't quite match the initial anticipation.
My wrap, while adequate, was ultimately forgettable; nothing to truly rave about. The pineapple spritz, likewise, fell a little flat, lacking the vibrancy I'd hoped for. William's sandwich, however, revealed a hidden gem. Though straightforward in its construction, it was surprisingly flavorful, a delightful burst of freshness in each bite. We both found ourselves united, however, in our adoration of the fries – perfectly crisp, perfectly salty, those golden sticks were an undeniable siren call.
Our lunchtime experience at Sunny Portixol might not have been an unqualified culinary triumph, but with those exceptional fries, we certainly weren't disappointed. With satisfied stomachs, though perhaps somewhat sleepy eyes, we decided a quick power nap was in order. Refreshed, we'd be ready to embark on our first grand adventure: exploring the magnificent Cuevas del Drach. These four breathtaking caves, stretching an impressive 1,200 meters and plunging to depths of 25 meters, conceal the vast, subterranean Lake Martel, one of the largest underground lakes in the world.
Cuevas Del Drach
Rejuvenated after a refreshing nap, we eagerly glanced at the time, delighted to find ourselves perfectly on schedule for our trip to the Cuevas Del Drach! Aware that the drive to Porto Cristo, where the caves awaited, would take about an hour, we quickly jumped into the car and set off.
The landscape unfolded before us as we drove, a vibrant tapestry of the island's beauty. Orange trees dotted the scenery, their bright hues punctuated by the occasional lemon grove. With the shimmering ocean a constant companion in the distance and lush greenery surrounding us, the entire drive was a feast for the senses.
Navigating the smooth, well-maintained roads was easy, though no European journey is complete without the occasional surprise roundabout! The drive sped by, and before we knew it, we had arrived. We exited the car and followed the signs to the tour check-in, where a sign proclaimed the next tour would begin at 15:30. With the time fast approaching and no staff yet present, a seed of uncertainty began to grow. I decided to investigate further, leaving William to hold our place while I scouted the area. Confusion washed over me as I observed people strolling down a nearby path, yet no clear entrance was visible. As time continued to slip away, our hopes were rekindled when three workers suddenly appeared and began preparing for the tour check-in.
As the lines formed and scanning began, my heart sank as my ticket stubbornly refused to scan. The attendant's repeated "white screen" and "wrong code" remarks only intensified my frustration. I tried explaining that I was using the barcode from the email confirmation. Finally, a realization struck - the barcode needed was the one linked to the website, the black barcode presented on a white background. The barcode directly from the email had a dark background that wouldn't scan correctly. So, a word to the wise: ensure you have the black barcode on a white background to avoid any issues.
The moment we stepped within the cave's maw, it felt as if we'd plunged into a sauna. A thick, humid air enveloped us, clinging to our skin in a matter of seconds, prompting beads of sweat to form. Our gaze was immediately drawn upwards, where a jagged canopy of stalactites hung like menacing teeth, a reminder of the raw power of nature. Despite the awe I felt at the intricate shapes and vibrant mineral hues that surrounded us, I found myself constantly nudging William, urging him to watch his head.
We navigated further into the depths, eventually arriving at a tranquil pool of liquid crystal, which our guide had dubbed "Diana's Baths." The water was so flawlessly clear, it bordered on invisible, creating a strange sense of emptiness below its surface. Continuing our journey, we were soon encompassed by a breathtaking panorama of geological marvels. Unfortunately, without a map or the guidance of our tour guide, we were left to explore blindly, missing the context and significance of each formation. It wasn't until later that I realized the opportunities we'd squandered, the untold stories behind the stone.
The lesson, learned that day, was to always bring a map - or at least snap a picture of the online version for reference. According to the map, among the formations we missed were the "Ruined Castle" and the "Snowy Mount" - each an intriguing subject of discovery. Continuing our circuit, we reached the mesmerizing "Blue Channel," an extension of the grand Lake Martel. True to its name, the water shimmered with an ethereal azure glow, mirroring the startling clarity of "Diana's Baths." Venturing beyond this channel, we discovered an amphitheater that opened onto a vista of the breathtaking Lake Martel.
From this vantage point, the entire lake unfolded before us, its waters so stunningly clear, they appeared almost ethereal. It was like stepping into a realm of fantasy. Settling into the amphitheater seats, a palpable anticipation filled the air as we awaited a live classical music performance set upon the placid waters of Lake Martel.
As the lights dimmed, and a voice announced a ban on photos and videos, a hush fell over the audience. Then, drifting from the distance, came the ethereal strains of a harpsichord and violin, a melody that captivated our senses. A small rowboat, adorned with strings of soft white lights, rounded the corner, casting a mesmerizing glow upon the tranquil water.
As the boat drew closer, we could make out two violinists, a cellist, and a harpsichordist, poised elegantly on its deck. The beauty of their music, combined with the soft, enchanting light, created a scene that was like something from a fairytale. For the next ten minutes, we were transported to another realm, lost in the sublime melodies that reverberated through the cavern.
As the final notes faded away, we were invited to queue up for a short boat ride across the lake. It was an opportunity not to be missed; a chance to immerse ourselves further in the magic of this extraordinary experience. Eagerly, we found ourselves at the front of the line. Boarding the boat, I must admit, it felt a tad precarious. We half-jokingly braced ourselves for a potential capsize, but to our relief, we all found our seats without incident. The short ride, clocking in at maybe two minutes, was a pleasant way to see the cave from another angle, a cool experience to check off our lists. While not thrilling, it was a gentle, and welcome treat.
Disembarking, we continued our exploration, ascending stairs and marveling at the natural wonders that surrounded us. As we reached the cave’s exit, we were met with a sudden chill as the temperature returned to normal, the heat of the cave left behind. Back at the surface, we made a stop at the gift shop, picking up a few souvenirs to remind us of our adventure. Because, really, who can resist a memento of such a unique experience?
And, of course, no outing is complete without refuelling at the café with a well-deserved cappuccino. Souvenirs in hand and caffeine cravings satisfied, we headed back to the hotel to freshen up for dinner. It had been a day of exploration and discovery, and we couldn’t wait to see what culinary delights awaited us in the evening.
The Merchants
After returning to the hotel, we quickly freshened up, trading our travel clothes for something a little more elegant. The anticipation for the evening's culinary adventures pulsed through us as we climbed back into the car. A quick check on Google Maps revealed the parking challenge downtown, prompting us to choose a nearby garage instead. As we approached the restaurant, a set of stairs unexpectedly revealed a spectacular view: the majestic Cathedral of Santa Maria of Palma, La Seu. Bathed in the evening light, its towering presence commanded attention, its intricate architecture shimmering even from a distance.
The street ahead throbbed with life, a symphony of clinking glasses, tantalizing aromas, and the buzz of conversation emanating from countless shops and restaurants. We found ourselves drawn into a charming, narrow alleyway, a labyrinth of culinary delights with overflowing tapas bars and inviting wine spots. The worn cobblestones beneath our feet felt timeless as we navigated the maze. The energy was invigorating, yet a sense of tranquility permeated the air, allowing us to relax and absorb the beauty around us. As we rounded a corner, the bright neon of our restaurant beckoned. We stepped inside, announced our reservation, and with a thrill of anticipation, were led to our table.
Feeling adventurous, William and I decided to dive headfirst into the Merchant's Signature drinks menu. My choice, the Merchants Spritz, promised a zesty start, while William opted for the intriguing El Treno – an excellent way to kick off our evening!
The enticing aroma of the appetizers soon beckoned, and we couldn't resist the allure of the TNT Prawns and the Lobster & Prawn Croquettes. For our main courses, we decided to indulge in a feast: Cornfed Chicken Breast and Ribeye Steak, accompanied by the decadent Truffle and Parmesan Fries and Truffled Mac & Cheese. And of course, we couldn't forget dessert, the grand finale featuring S'mores and Baked Berry Cheesecake.
Our drinks arrived first, accompanied by a tempting spread of bread with olive oil and green olives. My Merchants Spritz was a revelation - a vibrant dance of strawberries, a hint of black pepper, and the refreshing spritz. It was like sipping sunshine, pure joy in a glass! William's El Treno, however, proved more complex. While he appreciated the layered flavors, he found the coconut note a bit overpowering, almost dominating the other elements.
Next came the appetizers, and they certainly lived up to the hype. The TNT Prawns, presented in a striking gold cup, were each coated in a flavorful, fiery sauce. The perfect level of spice created an explosion of taste with each bite! I must admit, lobster isn't usually my go-to, but witnessing William’s enthusiastic reaction to the Lobster & Prawn Croquettes, I felt compelled to try them. I’m so glad I did! The crispy exterior gave way to a burst of savory delight, the flavor so well-balanced that the seafood element was virtually undetectable. They were like little pockets of intensely flavorful, savory soup, perfectly fried.
Our eagerly awaited main courses arrived next. William's Ribeye Steak, accompanied by Truffle and Parmesan Fries, looked impressive. While he praised its flavor and perfect doneness, he noted a higher fat content than he preferred, slightly diminishing his overall enjoyment. The fries, while crispy, were ultimately unremarkable, the parmesan adding a pleasant, but not particularly exciting, twist.
My Cornfed Chicken Breast, on the other hand, was a triumph. Generously sized and cooked to a succulent perfection, it was a tender, juicy burst of flavor. The slightly crisp skin added a delightful textural contrast, although it did make slicing the chicken a minor challenge. Sadly, the Truffled Mac & Cheese was the let-down of the mains. The thin sauce lacked depth, and while the melted cheese on top offered a gooey respite, it wasn't enough to save the dish.
Then came the grand finale - dessert! William was absolutely enamored with his Baked Berry Cheesecake, declaring it possibly the best he had ever tasted. It was, by all accounts, a slice of dessert heaven. My S'mores, however, were another story. While beautifully presented with golden, toasted marshmallows, the reality was far less magical. The moment I tried to dig in, it turned into a sticky, messy ordeal. The hard chocolate layer made it nearly impossible to enjoy, and the marshmallows essentially glued everything together. After a few frustrated attempts, I had to admit defeat.
Our server, upon clearing the table, commented that the dish was “a bit much,” confirming our suspicions. It seemed we weren't alone in our struggle. We were left wondering why it remained on the menu if so many had similar issues.
Overall, while our expectations were high, the experience at The Merchants was ultimately a mixed bag. We'd give it a 6 out of 10. The drinks and appetizers were exceptional, but the main courses failed to maintain the same level of quality. And as for dessert? Let's just say the S'mores lived up to the server's "a bit much" assessment.
We concluded the evening with a leisurely stroll back to the parking garage, enjoying the vibrant street scene. Craving a sweet ending, we made a quick stop at a gelato shop. Unfortunately, my dessert luck continued to falter as the gelato also failed to impress. Undeterred, we returned to the hotel, ready to call it a night. With a full day of island adventures planned, including a van tour, we knew that a good night's sleep was essential.
Day Two: Exploring the Island by Van
The second day of our Palma adventure dawned, brimming with anticipation for the exploring to come. This time, a 10:30 am island van tour was on the agenda. I’d booked it through Viator last week, but the meeting point was missing, and of course, I had to reach out for clarification. Thankfully, the tour agency responded promptly. They asked for my hotel name and arranged our pick-up point along with a Google Map link - a relief! All sorted, breakfast was next. We decided to treat ourselves to the hotel's breakfast buffet. It was worth every penny! The convenience of the elevator ride and the sheer variety of food was enough alone to convince me.
The buffet was impressive! There was a mouthwatering selection of everything from fresh fruit and yogurts to pastries, juices, eggs, bacon, and even a special omelet station. We even spotted mimosas! Everything was so fresh, definitely not your typical buffet fare. With full bellies, we were ready for our full-day van tour of the island, the forecast was 70 degrees, which I was beyond thrilled about. I slipped into a green tank top and a long skirt I'd bought on Shein, finally the weather was warm enough to enjoy them! Stepping out into the sunlight, we walked to where were were being picked up. The walk gave us a chance to soak in the beautiful scenery. The gentle waves and fresh sea breeze created a sense of calm - it was just what was needed before our adventure began.
The anticipation crackled in the air as we waited for our island tour to begin. A live location ping from Niels, our driver, popped up on our phones, a digital assurance that our adventure was about to unfold. Soon, a spacious blue VW van pulled up, and Niels greeted us with a genuine, welcoming smile. Our small group, a vibrant mix of backgrounds – a friendly woman from Alabama, two lively women from Belgium, and us – settled into the comfortable seats. Introductions sparked a buzz of excitement, and the van hummed to life, carrying us towards the renowned village of Valldemossa.
The journey itself was a feast for the senses. Rows of ancient olive trees, their gnarled branches reaching towards the sky, lined our path. Niels, with his infectious enthusiasm, narrated the island’s rich tapestry of history, drawing our attention to the landmarks that peppered the landscape. He painted a picture of the island’s unique ecosystem, even highlighting the "threatening" sheep and mountain goats that roamed its hills. As the rhythmic hum of wheels on asphalt filled our ears, Niels’ carefully curated road trip playlist filled the van with energy, perfectly complementing the scenic views. Then, as we crested a rise, the sight of Valldemossa unfolded before us – tan limestone buildings nestled harmoniously against the mountainside, a picture-postcard welcome to the charming village.
Valldemossa
The moment we set foot in Valldemossa, a spell seemed to fall upon us. The town exuded a magical ambiance, drawing us into its embrace. Cobblestone paths, like veins in an ancient heart, twisted through narrow alleyways, each turn revealing a new charm. Lush greenery, a vibrant tapestry woven with cascading plants and flowers, adorned every corner, adding an undeniable allure to the scene.
Our guide, Niels, led us through this delightful maze, pointing out inviting cafes and eateries that whispered promises of delicious coffee and tempting treats. As we wandered, he drew our attention to a poignant detail adorning almost every building: intricate tiles commemorating Santa Catalina Thomas, the island’s own saint, born right here in Valldemossa. Each tile was a miniature scene from her life, accompanied by the heartfelt plea: “Santa Catalina Thomás, pregau per Nosaltres” – "Santa Catalina Thomas, pray for us." It was a moving tribute, a tangible reminder of the town's cherished heritage.
Soon, we found ourselves standing before the Real Cartuja (Royal Carthusian Monastery), a magnificent structure nestled amidst tranquil gardens. Niels regaled us with stories of the monastery's rich history, its origins stretching back to King James II and its subsequent life under the Carthusian Monks. We learned of the monastery's connections with Saint Catherine of Palma and the illustrious visitors, like Chopin and George Sand, who found inspiration within its hallowed halls.
He then led us to a viewpoint showcasing the breathtaking expanse of the Valldemossa valley. The cobalt sky embraced the lush landscape, creating a scene so stunning that we couldn't resist capturing the moment to hold onto the memory. With our minds now filled with newfound knowledge, we were eager to explore the town on our own, promising to meet Niels and the van later.
Intrigued by Niels' mention of "The Paris church of Saint Bartholomew," we followed a path that led us to this captivating gem. Approaching the church, we were immediately struck by its intricate architecture, a harmonious blend of Gothic and Baroque elements. Stepping through its open doors, a profound sense of tranquility descended upon us. Soft light bathed the interior, casting a serene aura throughout, while intricate white and gold details adorned every corner. It was a moment for quiet reflection – a space that felt both reverent and awe-inspiring.
Leaving the church and after some further exploring, our stomachs began to rumble. We decided a quick coffee and bite were in order before continuing our adventure. We found ourselves straying off the main path, towards the Monastery, where we discovered a charming little café called "Plaça Cartoixa Cafeteria Ca'n Molinas." We settled at a table, eager to taste the local flavors.
I couldn't resist the allure of the famous Mallorcan Coca de Patata, paired with a Café Bombon. Meanwhile, my fiancé opted for a classic ham and cheese baguette with a refreshing red wine sangria. The food arrived, and the Coca de Patata, lightly dusted with sugar, looked utterly irresistible. On my first bite, a light, airy texture melted in my mouth, the subtly sweet pastry a perfect match for the rich sweetness of the Café Bombon. William raved about his baguette with its crisp exterior and perfectly melted cheese, though the sangria, while good, didn't quite reach "amazing" status.
Satisfied and refreshed, we made our way back to the van, our hearts and minds full of the charm and history of Valldemossa, ready for whatever adventures lay ahead.
Son Marroig
The winding journey through the Tramuntana mountains, past the idyllic village of Deia, culminated at the viewpoint near Son Marroig. Stepping out of the van onto the narrow path, we were immediately enveloped by the breathtaking panorama of the Mediterranean. The deep navy of the sea extended to the horizon, its surface a canvas of shimmering light, bringing with it a profound sense of peace. The air, thick with the invigorating tang of salt, mingled with the gentle susurrus of waves kissing the rocky coast, creating a natural lullaby.
We lingered on the wall overlooking the scene, captivated by the raw beauty, and furiously clicked our cameras, desperate to capture even a sliver of the moment. The allure of the path leading down to Cova de Sa Foradada was undeniable, but we ultimately chose to reserve that exploration for another time. With a shared anticipation for the adventures to come, we returned to the van, our sights set on the charming Port of Sóller.
Port of Sóller
The descent from the mountains spilled us into the vibrant embrace of Port of Sóller, a coastal village that buzzed with life alongside the shimmering Mediterranean. A symphony of sights and sounds greeted us: the splash of swimmers, the chatter of hikers, the enticing aromas of restaurants. Niels, our guide, painted a picture of the area's history, explaining that "Sóller" stemmed from the Arabic "Sûlyâr," meaning "golden valley," a nod to the once plentiful orange groves that fueled trade with France, a more accessible route than Palma at the time. He also revealed a past marred by pirate attacks in the 16th century. But the village was not defined by vulnerability alone; on May 11th, 1561, the people of Sóller rose in courageous defiance, securing a victory against the corsairs. Now, that triumph of the locals, a celebration of the Christian victory over the Moors, lives on in the vibrant Es Firó festival.
Niels released us to explore on our own, suggesting a scenic walk to a nearby lighthouse and a few tempting gelaterias. However, our stomachs were rumbling for something more substantial than sweets, so we gravitated towards the oceanfront restaurants. The multitude of choices, coupled with our limited time, led us to Mar y Sol. Its lively atmosphere and the buzz of the crowd beckoned us in.
We quickly secured an outdoor table, eager to indulge in some delicious seaside fare. Our waitress, a bit flustered but undeniably kind, noticed our eager glances and hurried over with menus. After perusing the offerings, we opted for a refreshing white wine sangria to kick things off, alongside classic French fries and croquettes as appetizers. For the main event, we chose a Serrano pizza for me and the fiery Diavola pizza for my fiancé.
The sangrias arrived, their vibrant hues and playful apple slices catching our attention. While enjoyable, they couldn’t quite capture the magic of the white wine sangria we’d savored in Portugal. Our appetizers followed, presenting a tempting-looking spread: the French fries were perfectly golden and crisp. The croquettes, however, were another story entirely. Taking a tentative bite, I was immediately struck by a peculiar texture and an indescribable taste. It was a contender for "most unappetizing food ever," with a mushy, chicken-like texture that I can only assume was intentional, though thoroughly unsuccessful. William concurred, finding them acceptable but far from enjoyable.
So, I happily devoured the crispy French fries while eagerly anticipating our pizzas. And when they arrived, they were a vision! Both boasted thin, perfectly crisp crusts. My Serrano pizza was a vibrant masterpiece, adorned with generous slices of savory Serrano ham and freshly scattered arugula. His Diavola pizza was piled high with a mouthwatering blend of spicy sausage and melted cheese, promising a delicious kick of heat.
The pizzas, without a doubt, were exceptional. They were undeniably delicious and satisfying, each bite a savory delight. However, the sangrias fell a bit flat, lacking the punch we had hoped for, and the croquettes were a definite disappointment. The limited appetizer options, given our experience with one of them, didn't help either. Despite these shortcomings, the pizzas were the true stars of the show, earning Mar y Sol a solid 6 out of 10 in our books.
With our stomachs finally content, it was time to rejoin our group for our onward adventure. Before leaving, we snapped a few more pictures of the picturesque ocean, capturing the memory of our experience before hopping back into the van and setting off for Sóller.
Sóller
The journey to Sóller was brief, a mere ten-minute drive, but the narrow, winding roads leading to Plaza de la Constitución presented a challenge. Finding parking felt like a small victory, and we eagerly spilled out of the van, ready to explore. With Niels as our impromptu guide, our first stop was the imposing Iglesia de Sant Bartomeu de Sóller.
Niels, a fount of local knowledge, shared the church’s captivating history. He explained its Romanesque-Gothic roots, dating back to before 1236, and how it had been transformed over centuries. The current Neo-Gothic facade, a striking grey against the sky, is the result of Joan Rubió Bellver's meticulous design between 1688 and 1733, constructed with limestone from the very valley we stood in. As we admired the architecture, the iconic orange tram caught our eye. It glided along its tracks, a vibrant link between the town and Port de Sóller.
Niels pointed out the tram, noting its popularity as a scenic mode of transport. While it offered a unique perspective, he explained it came with a hefty price tag and missed many of the area’s hidden gems. We were content with our journey by van, a route that had already shown us so much. Before moving on, Niels pulled out his Polaroid camera, offering to capture a lasting memento of the day. We gladly accepted, eager to preserve the moment.
With about thirty minutes to explore before our next stop, and with most shops closed on Sunday, we listened to Niels’s suggestion of nearby gelato. A sweet treat seemed the perfect way to end our visit. We landed at a charming cafe, “El Petit Cafeteria & Heladeria” its name elegantly lettered on a green board. I immediately craved the refreshing mint chocolate chip gelato, while my fiancé opted for the classic chocolate. We settled at an outdoor table, the lively buzz of the town a pleasant backdrop.
The pleasure of enjoying gelato al fresco without a trace of a chill was immediate. My first spoonful of mint chocolate chip was an explosion of flavor. The cool mint paired perfectly with the rich, decadent chocolate, a pairing that had me wanting more. I could easily have demolished a whole container. William, meanwhile, savored each bite of his chocolate gelato, delighting in its perfect balance of sweetness. Satisfied and refreshed, we returned to the van for the final leg of our journey, descending the dramatic Tramuntana mountains toward Palma, our hearts full of the charm of Sóller.
Back to Palma: Sunset Views
Leaving the mountains behind, we descended towards Palma, a city that held a hidden gem. Following a clandestine path carved into the hills, we emerged onto a rough-hewn road that led us to an unforgettable vantage point. From this perch, the city and sea unfolded before us in a breathtaking panorama. A profound stillness enveloped us as we absorbed the wide-reaching view. The ocean, a canvas of deepest blue, shimmered under the bright sun, its light painting the scene with an almost magical quality. As the afternoon sun began its slow descent, bathing the horizon in a golden glow, Niels suggested exploring one last lookout before nightfall. Still captivated by the day's beauty, we readily agreed. We piled back into the van, the rumble of the engine a counterpoint to our anticipation, eager to discover yet another vista waiting to reveal its secrets.
Our van tour culminated at a spot where the land gave way to the vast expanse of the ocean. Exiting the vehicle, we followed a winding path, playfully dodging fallen trees – minor obstacles on our journey to paradise. Reaching the edge, we were instantly captivated. The water shimmered, a breathtaking turquoise so vibrant it felt almost unreal, a postcard come to life. We picked our way along the rocky shoreline, my skirt and sandals proving a slight, yet amusing, challenge. Finally, reaching a flat expanse atop the rocks, we were rewarded with an unobstructed panorama of the Mediterranean Sea stretching before us.
The sun, dipping towards the horizon, bathed the scene in a golden glow, painting the sky with vibrant strokes of pink and orange. It was a moment of pure magic, a scene ripped from the pages of a fairytale, and each picture we snapped seemed to capture the enchantment perfectly. For the next half hour, we lost ourselves in the beauty, drinking in every detail before reluctantly turning back to the van. As we drove away, the memories of the day flooded back, each one a treasure. We felt a profound sense of gratitude for the chance to witness such raw, unspoiled beauty.
What We Liked:
Niels, the Guide:Niels was engaging, knowledgeable, and brought the island's history and culture to life with his narration. His road trip playlist was a fun addition and made the drives between destinations more enjoyable. He went above and beyond, such as taking Polaroid photos as keepsakes.
Comfortable Van Experience: The spacious VW van was a joy to ride in, providing plenty of room for everyone to relax during the drives.
Stress-Free Ride: Not having to navigate the winding mountain roads ourselves was a major bonus—we could fully focus on the stunning scenery without any stress.
Time to Explore: We appreciated the balance between guided commentary and free time to wander and explore at our own pace in each location.
The Scenic Lookouts: The stunning, secluded vantage points Niels took us to were extraordinary, particularly the final sunset view with its postcard-worthy colors.
What We Didn’t Like:
Sunday Closures: With most shops in Sóller closed on Sunday, our options were limited, though the gelato made up for it.
The entire tour, orchestrated by the incredibly knowledgeable Niels, far exceeded our expectations. It was worth every single penny. We had the freedom to explore at our own pace, allowing us to truly immerse ourselves in the atmosphere of each location. Niels’s passion for the history of Palma brought the entire experience to life and his genuine kindness and easy-going nature made the day even more special. This tour is without a doubt a must-do, a perfect 10 out of 10. We wholeheartedly recommend it to anyone seeking to uncover the wonders and stories of Palma in a comfortable and captivating way.
Manataco
After a quick freshening up back at the hotel, we embraced the evening chill with warmer layers and ventured out for dinner. We parked at our usual garage, and once again, the illuminated cathedral beckoned – its majestic presence casting a captivating spell over the city. We navigated the charming, labyrinthine alleys, each corner revealing vibrant street art, our destination the much-anticipated Manataco.
We arrived promptly at 8 PM for our reservation, stepping into a warmly lit and inviting space. The welcoming atmosphere and cozy table immediately set a pleasant tone for the evening. Our waitress promptly presented the menus, and we dove into the tempting options. My eyes were drawn to a vibrant Martini, its pink hue and delicate lime garnish promising a sweet escape. My fiancé, meanwhile, opted for the Margarita de no Mames, accompanied by the classic guacamole and totopos.
Soon, our drinks and appetizers arrived, along with a trio of colorful salsas. My martini was not only visually stunning but also delightfully sweet, expertly masking any hint of alcohol – exactly my preference. The margarita, though served in a smaller glass than anticipated, hit the spot for my fiancé. We happily savored our starters.
As we enjoyed the initial courses, the waitress returned for our main orders. I chose two Lebanese chicken pastor tacos and a black bean quesadilla, while my fiancé decided to sample a variety of the taco offerings – Baja California fish, Sonora style grilled meat, Michoacan Style Carnitas, and the Suadero style.
The arrival of our tacos was a feast for the eyes, the aromas tantalizing our senses. However, a slight hiccup occurred – my order was incomplete. Instead of the two Lebanese chicken pastor tacos, only the black bean quesadilla was present. I quickly addressed the error, placing one of my fiancé’s tacos on my plate and informing the waitress. She was apologetic and promptly arranged for my other taco to be made.
We eagerly dug into our various tacos, but the experience was…decent, yet surprisingly unremarkable. While tasty, they lacked that "wow" factor, feeling somewhat akin to something we could create at home. My fiancé was particularly underwhelmed by the Baja fish taco, which he found overly squishy and lacking in texture, and the Michoacan style taco, which simply didn't deliver on flavor. Unfortunately, the replacement chicken taco that finally arrived for me didn't match the initial taste experience, revealing an inconsistency that dampened the meal.
For dessert, we decided to indulge. I chose the special, a cookie crumble with vanilla and chocolate ice cream, envisaging a decadent treat. My fiancé opted for the cannoli-stuffed banana with vanilla ice cream and caramel. However, my dessert fell far short of expectations. Instead of the planned masterpiece, I received two scoops of ice cream with haphazardly strewn Biscoff cookie crumbs, lacking the sophisticated presentation I had hoped for. My fiancé’s dessert, however, looked and smelled divine. Alas, his cannoli-stuffed banana lacked crispness and tasted overly of ripe banana wrapped in a doughy casing, ultimately disappointing him as well.
Despite the restaurant boasting a pleasant ambiance and attentive service, these shortcomings with the food were impossible to ignore. The friendly and helpful waitstaff couldn't fully compensate for the underwhelming taste and presentation of most of the dishes. Consequently, we would give our overall dining experience a 5 out of 10. While the atmosphere and service were excellent, the lackluster food left us wanting more.
Leaving Manataco, we strolled back to the car garage, passing the shimmering waters reflecting the cathedral's golden glow. Back at the hotel, we prepared for our final day. Tomorrow's adventure starts with a bike tour of the city – and considering I haven't been on a bike in years, it's sure to be memorable.
Day Three: A Final Adventure in Palma
Our time in Palma de Mallorca was drawing to a close, yet a sense of excitement filled the air as we began our final day. Rising early, we were ready to embrace one last adventure. A satisfying breakfast in the hotel lobby, as enjoyable as the previous day, set us up perfectly before checkout. We learned a valuable parking tip during our stay: convenient and free street parking could be found near the Melia Palma Bay hotel, saving us parking fees.
We highly recommend checking those options out before considering the garage. With our car taken care of, anticipation built for our bike tour – our final exploration of the island. We found our meeting point through Viator, a local bike rental shop within walking distance. A brief 13-minute walk from the garage, where we'd opted to park for the tour, led us through the city streets, offering glimpses of familiar landmarks like the Hard Rock Café.
Bike Tour
We arrived at the sweet little shop, surrounded by other picturesque storefronts, and were immediately met with a warm welcome from two men. One, whom I assumed was the owner, explained that while the bike tour was on, our pre-booked tapas experience couldn't happen because of the early hour and closed restaurants. He was very apologetic and assured us that we'd be refunded via Viator, which I appreciated. After getting our bikes, we joined the rest of our group outside.
Our guide gave us a quick rundown of what we would see, and a feeling of excitement began to build within me. Then, we were off. A wave of panic washed over me as I started pedaling. It had been so long since I'd been on a bike! Turning and braking were awkward, and I struggled to keep pace. The guide noticed my trouble and asked if I wanted to continue. Though hesitant, I wanted to push through and reassured him I just needed a moment to find my balance.
Es Foner & Cathedral of Santa Maria of Palma
Our journey continued, spurred by a renewed sense of adventure, leading us first to the captivating presence of "Es Foner," the Slinger. Lorenzo Rossello's 1898 bronze sculpture, a life-sized depiction of a Talayot man, served as a powerful tribute to this ancient Mediterranean people and their mastery of the sling. The figure stood as a silent sentinel, whispering tales of the past.
Leaving the lakeside behind, a familiar scene yet ever-charming, we arrived at the imposing façade of the Cathedral de Mallorca, also known as the Cathedral of Santa Maria of Palma, or simply "La Seu." Our guide revealed the cathedral's layered history, tracing its origins back to 1229, when construction began following King James I of Aragon's Christian conquest.
This Gothic masterpiece, a testament to centuries of faith and artistry, has evolved over time, incorporating elements of Catalan Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque styles. The renowned architect Antoni Gaudí further enriched its legacy with his early 20th-century restoration work, adding to its allure and grandeur.
Standing before the cathedral, a magnificent symbol of Palma de Mallorca's rich heritage, we were struck by its breathtaking beauty and profound significance. The weight of history was palpable. The simple act of cycling to this landmark, without incident, felt like an achievement in itself. We paused to capture the moment, a photograph preserving not only the cathedral's splendor but also our shared sense of triumph.
Convent de Santa Clara & Cafesphere
Our bike tour took a delightful turn as we pedaled away from the main tourist paths and into a quieter, more secluded corner of Palma. A charming fence marked our arrival at the Convent de Santa Clara, a hidden oasis that promised both serenity and stories. This wasn't just another landmark; it was an invitation to step into a world shaped by centuries of faith and devotion.
The convent, home to an enclosed order of nuns, offered a unique glimpse into a life dedicated to simplicity and spirituality. We were drawn to the open church, its ancient stones whispering tales of devotion. Founded in 1256 by Franciscan nuns who journeyed from Tarragona with the support of King Jaume I and other benefactors, the Convent de Santa Clara stands as one of Palma's oldest female convents. Its history is more than just dates; it's a narrative woven with tradition and resourcefulness.
One captivating story we learned was the custom of brides-to-be presenting the convent with a dozen eggs, a symbolic request for fair weather on their wedding day and a lifetime of marital bliss. This sweet tradition, however, created a delightful surplus for the nuns. Ever resourceful, they channeled their abundance into baking. Flour and sugar were readily available, and soon the convent kitchen was filled with the aroma of cookies and pastries.
But how to sell these treats without breaking their vow of silence? The nuns ingeniously devised the 'torno,' a wooden turnstile discreetly set into a convent window. This clever mechanism became their silent marketplace. A customer would ring a bell on the wall, prompting the torno to rotate and reveal a window, where orders could be whispered to a nun on the other side. When the treats returned in the revolving window, payment could be exchanged, all without direct interaction.
Today, a small community of nuns continues this centuries-old baking tradition. Eager to experience this historical practice, we approached the charming room where the ‘Torno’ was accessible during certain hours. With a tingle of anticipation, we rang the bell and placed our order. The table turned, we happily delivered our payment, and a moment later, our treats arrived. It was a truly enchanting experience, a tangible connection to the past that left us with a profound appreciation for the traditions preserved within these ancient walls.
Leaving the convent, our bikes carried us toward the city's bustling center square. Our guide granted us a delightful break from our saddles, allowing us to explore the area on foot, We meandered through the shops recommended to us, taking in the sights and sounds.
It was nearby that a charming cappuccino shop, “Cafesphere” caught our eye. Its proximity to the “Hotel Cappuccino” added to its allure, and the promise of gourmet coffee was irresistible. I decided to try their salted caramel latte, which turned out to be the perfect reward for our morning of cycling and exploration. The rich, warm flavors, enjoyed in the cafe's welcoming ambiance, were a perfect ending to a truly memorable bike tour, a sweet and satisfying conclusion to a morning of discovery.
Olivera de Cort & The Rose Window
Following our bike tour, our guide shared a captivating detail - a famous olive tree, the "Olivera de Cort," at the heart of Palma's town square. This ancient sentinel, a beloved symbol of Mallorca, stands as a profound contrast to the later, human-made wonders we would soon encounter. Estimated to be between 500 and 600 years old, its roots stretch back to Pollença before its 1989 relocation to Palma. The six-meter tall tree, with a colossal seven-meter thick trunk, embodies the island's enduring history and natural beauty. Juxtaposed against the backdrop of the Palma de Mallorca Town Hall – a building which once served as a royal court during the Kingdom of Mallorca before its administrative transformation in the 18th century - the Olivera de Cort offered a glimpse into the island's past.
As we cycled towards the Cathedral, our guide unveiled another breathtaking treasure: the Cathedral's Rose Window. This isn't just any stained-glass window; it's the largest Gothic rose window in the world, a dazzling expanse of 14 meters in diameter, composed of 1,236 individual panes of colored glass. But the true magic of the Rose Window unfolds on just two days a year: February 2nd and November 11th. During this brief window, from 8:00 am to 9:00 am, the sunlight aligns perfectly, illuminating the Cathedral floor with a vibrant, ephemeral reflection in the shape of an ‘8’. This remarkable spectacle, the 'Festival of Light,' draws crowds eager to witness the celestial display. The ancient tree and the breathtaking window, each remarkable in its own way, highlighted the layers of history and artistry woven into the fabric of Palma.
Es Baluard Museu d’Art Modern i Contemporani de Palma
As we continued our cycling tour, the incline prompted me to shift into a lower gear. Unfortunately, the chain began skipping, a frustrating recurrence that I suspected was the root of my earlier bike troubles – or at least, that’s what I chose to believe. Thankfully, our attentive guide, noticing my struggle, quickly came to my aid. He listened as I explained the issue with the chain and, after a quick examination, confirmed my suspicions. With a reassuring smile, he told me that the uphill climbs were behind us and that the bike should function smoothly for the remainder of our journey.
Our next destination was the Es Baluard Museu d’Art Modern i Contemporani de Palma, a captivating center for modern and contemporary art. Even from the outside, the museum's collection impressed. A particularly striking rock installation caught my eye, though information on it proved elusive. The tour guide then directed our attention to a hidden gem – a magnificent viewpoint accessible by a flight of stairs. Eager to take in the promised panorama, we dismounted and eagerly climbed to the top. We were rewarded with an absolutely breathtaking vista, overlooking the sprawling beauty of El Born.
The view was truly spectacular! Time constraints prevented us from exploring the museum's interior this time, but the stunning perspective alone made the stop worthwhile. We remounted our bikes and began our descent, the tour guide pointing out several intriguing local eateries along the way - tempting us with the promise of delicious culinary delights.
Overall, the tour provided a wonderful glimpse into Palma's history, brought to life by our knowledgeable and passionate guide. He made sure everyone was comfortable and kept a relaxed pace, adding to the seamless and enjoyable experience. Biking through the town with him felt both effortless and enriching.
As for my own biking performance, I'm happy to report a completely incident-free experience – no falls, no collisions! There was, however, a slightly comical moment involving William. After I’d unintentionally cut him off earlier, he found himself on the receiving end of a gentle reprimand for doing the same to another cyclist. Despite these minor blips, it was all part of the fun!
What We Liked About The Tour:
Warm Welcome and Customer Service: The tour started on a positive note with a warm welcome at the shop. The apology and assurance of a refund for the unavailable tapas experience were appreciated.
Knowledgeable and Passionate Guide: The guide was a highlight, offering detailed insights into Palma’s history and culture while maintaining a relaxed pace, ensuring everyone was comfortable.
Unique and Memorable Stops
Relaxed and Fun Atmosphere
What We Didn’t Like:
Bike Issues: Initial struggles with balance and the skipping chain added some frustration to the experience, though these were resolved with the guide’s help.
Overall, the bike tour was a delightful and enriching experience that seamlessly blended history, culture, and adventure. It allowed us to explore the heart of Palma in a way that felt both immersive and rewarding. Despite minor hiccups, like the canceled tapas experience and some initial biking nerves, the knowledgeable guide, unique stops, and sense of accomplishment made it truly memorable.
We would absolutely recommend this tour to anyone visiting Palma de Mallorca, especially those looking for a fun and active way to discover the city's history and hidden gems. Just be prepared for a bit of physical activity and confirm any add-ons, like tapas, beforehand to avoid surprises. Whether you're a seasoned cyclist or just looking for a new adventure, this tour offers a fantastic way to experience Palma’s charm!
La Lonja Café Bar
Our post-tour time before the airport was initially earmarked for a visit to the local aquarium, a mere ten-minute drive away. Excited by the prospect, we hopped in the car, only to find upon arrival that the aquarium was unexpectedly closed! Despite Google’s 3:30 pm closing time, the website stated final entry at 2:00 pm. A puzzling discrepancy, but we swiftly adjusted our plans and decided to head back to town for lunch near the cathedral parking.
Our tour guide had vaguely mentioned a recommended cafe, remembered only as being "orange." Unfortunately, the name and location had escaped us. As we walked towards town, we encountered an unexpected spectacle - a vibrant farmers' protest. Dozens of green tractors lined the streets, horns blaring and signs waving, a visible display of discontent with imported products from non-EU nations.
Seeking refuge from the demonstration, we continued deeper into town, eventually discovering La Lonja Café Bar, nestled within the charming La Llotja market building. The outdoor seating was inviting, and with a promising menu and a four-star online rating, we were eager to settle in. The warm welcome from the staff further fueled our anticipation for a pleasant meal.
The menu, however, proved challenging for me. After some deliberation, I settled on a serrano ham and cheese baguette with fries and an Aperol spritz. William, more decisive, chose fried green peppers, a sausage and cheese baguette, meatballs, and a sangria. While the drinks did take a bit of time to arrive, their taste was satisfactory.
However, the arrival of the food revealed a significant issue. My order was missing, despite just having been confirmed by the waitress. After flagging her down, I had to reorder, alongside another sangria for William. The wait for my reordered meal was excessively long, forcing me to eat alone after William had finished his lunch. To compound the issue, William never received his second sangria.
Overall, our experience at La Lonja Café Bar was ultimately underwhelming. While the food was acceptable, it certainly wasn’t memorable. The service, however, was the real letdown. The slow pace and lack of attention from the staff fell far short of our online expectations. Despite the cheerful demeanor of the staff, we’d rate our experience a disappointing 2 out of 10. It was a case of promising beginnings that failed to deliver on the promise.
Rivareno
After a less than stellar lunch, I was determined to end our Palma de Mallorca visit on a high note, specifically a sweet one. Rivareno, a gelato shop right by our lunch spot, had consistently drawn my attention with its sophisticated feel and bustling crowd. Stepping inside, the vast selection of flavors was immediately enticing. I opted for a scoop each of Tiramisu and coffee, eager to experience their richness. William was sold on two scoops of Sweet Alabama, a promised blend of rich chocolate and smooth peanut butter. The first taste was transformative.
The Tiramisu's spongy bits perfectly complemented the bold coffee, while William was lost in the bliss of chocolate and peanut butter's creamy perfection. This was the redemption our tastebuds needed after our prior dessert letdown. Rivareno's gelato was a complete success, offering a lingering sweetness that outshone our previous experience and creating a delicious memory we savored even after departing Palma.
Departure & Lasting Impressions of Palma
Our sweet treat savored and the afternoon sun beginning to wane, we began our return journey, weaving our way past the vibrant protests that had spilled onto the main street. Despite the lively atmosphere, our car drop-off went flawlessly. Serendipitously, the airport shuttle arrived promptly, whisking us away with unexpected speed. With ample time before our flight, we found ourselves reflecting on our memorable sojourn in Palma de Mallorca. Every experience, every moment, had contributed to a trip that surpassed all expectations. From the mouthwatering delights of the local cuisine to the breathtaking vistas of the Mediterranean, Palma had truly captivated us.
The hotel, with its elegant accommodations and enviable location nestled between the bustling city center and the serene oceanfront, provided the perfect home base for our explorations. Each day began with the delightful offerings of the breakfast buffet, setting a tone of indulgence and delight.
The Cuevas del Drach proved to be an absolute highlight, a mesmerizing experience punctuated by the ethereal music echoing through the cavernous space. Our guided tours provided fascinating glimpses into the heart of Palma, unveiling both its rich history and vibrant culture. I'm particularly proud to say, I skillfully navigated our entire bicycle tour without a single mishap! The van tour was equally enriching, revealing hidden gems we would have otherwise missed. The convenience of not driving allowed us to fully immerse ourselves in the experience, truly absorbing the essence of the city.
While Palma may not have quite supplanted Portugal's place in our hearts, it has certainly earned a cherished spot, casting its enchanting spell and leaving an indelible mark. Now, with eager anticipation, we look forward to exploring other corners of Spain, and we hope you’ll join us on this next adventure! We'll share new sights, savor new flavors, and collect memories that will last a lifetime. Here’s to many more unforgettable journeys, together!
Table of Contents
- Arrival in Palma
- Rental Car Pick-Up with Wiber
- Melia Palma Bay
- Sunny Portixol
- Cuevas Del Drach
- The Merchants
- Day Two: Exploring the Island by Van
- Valldemossa
- Son Marroig
- Port of Sóller
- Sóller
- Back to Palma: Sunset Views
- Manataco
- Day Three: A Final Adventure in Palma
- Bike Tour
- Es Foner & Cathedral of Santa Maria of Palma
- Convent de Santa Clara & Cafesphere
- Olivera de Cort & The Rose Window
- Es Baluard Museu d’Art Modern i Contemporani de Palma
- La Lonja Café Bar
- Rivareno
- Departure & Lasting Impressions of Palma
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