Hotel Colon Palma
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... two Starbuck’s since leaving the U.S. The first was in the Harry Potter Studios and the second in the Valencia airport on our recent trip. Sitting in that Starbucks, with its design, its signage, its music, its mugs for sale and its soy lattes, one could really be ANYWHERE. It’s like being removed from Spain and dropped into some caffeinated neutral zone with biscotti.
Can't believe it's already October 1! Happy Fall!
... Torrent de Pareis. This is unbelievably a dried up river bed and it cuts through the mountains out to sea. As such, the beach is pebbles of various sizes rather than sand, but the view from the beach to sea through two giant rocks is beautiful. The Mallorquin landscape, of white/grey rocks, interspersed with bright green trees and seas of turquoise and vibrant dark blue is ...
... very rocky with no sand. We braved cooling off in the sea, which was great, but getting in and out of the water was anything but graceful - even for the girls! We escaped without slipping and breaking anything and headed to Port de Soller. I wanted to see the sunset here another time before heading home - we missed the sun actually going behind the hills, but the colour of the sky was still beautiful and we chilled with a jug of sangria for an hour ...
... and one even involved crouching on a sledge before being shot down a slide and skimming across a pool at the bottom! We had a lot of fun but by the end I think everyone was pretty tired and a little dizzy (and with a couple of minor injuries!). After a couple of hours of quiet time, James arrived at the hotel and we headed out for a quiet dinner along Fabrica and a couple of drinks to start off his holiday - not too many though - it's a school night after ...
... in the mountains. We drive to a local abbey, and hear a wonderful choir. We pass lots of cyclists. We can barely navigate the steep hills and tight switchbacks in our car; hats off to the cyclists. Lunch at a lovely town on the sea called Pollensa.
Dinner at Can Furios that night is the same. Everyone barely nods and speaks to only their partner in hushed tones. It is eerie. Most of the clientele ...