Trip Start May 31, 2006
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Taking advantage of the relatively clear sky we decided to head to the southwest side of the island and visit a few remote beaches on our way to Palma. Our first stop was Cala Pi which Ed and I had already visited, but without the privilege of daylight.
On either side of the tall cliff, way down at the bottom, lay pools of emerald water being pushed into the coves by the strength of the great Mediterranean. While Ed's parents warned us to stay away from the edge (and Ed purposely stepped closer to it) we took a few more pictures and decided to move on to the beach.
After we had had enough of Cala Pi, we got back into the car and consulted the map for our next destination. Close to Palma there was a beach town called S'Arenal, where the beaches weren't small coves as we had seen so far in Majorca, but rather the long stretches of sand found in other coasts of other countries. Curious by a change of scenery, we sped off in that direction.
We drove around trying to find a decent place to have lunch, but even that wasn't possible there. Definitely not a place we were impressed with, and not one I'd care to come back to. So with that in mind, we drove to Palma where we were sure we would find a great place for some Spanish tapas.
Palma was a contrast compared to the dump we had just been in: her elegant streets and distinguished flair could turn anyone into a sybarite. We miraculously found a good parking spot and headed towards "Entretapas", a trendy place for tapas we had also savored in Madrid. We had a light lunch of salmon, shrimp, and octopus toasties with Brie cheese and a delicious olive spread. We had no time to waste so we swallowed our food and were on our feet again, on the way to the Palma Cathedral.
The entire architectural system of towers, squares, stone fortress walls, tunnels and dark stairways surrounding the cathedral connoted the existence of an important 14th - 15th century town, where its remnants where now the attraction for thousands of tourists.
I pulled myself away from the bittersweet darkness of the staircase where my saddened musician was playing and unto the illuminated landing. I looked up and saw the anticipated cathedral looming in front of me. I quickly caught up with Ed who was busy with his camera, oblivious that I had lagged behind.
Unfortunately the cathedral was closed to the public so we didn't have the chance to venture inside, although the stone fašade was enough feast for my eyes. We circled it as much as we could and moved on to the narrow cobblestone streets, where tons of tourists were heading. We stopped for some ice cream and I was tempted to go into the Doll Museum or, as I preferred, the Puppenmusem, but we had lots to see and little daylight left.
After wandering around the old Palma streets, I noticed that a lot of the buildings resembled Antonio Gaudi's art nouveau style in Barcelona, with its theater-masked balconies, it's serpent-scaled fašades, the organic movement of the buildings. We would soon witness all that in a few days when we embark for Barcelona!
It soon became time to leave and we headed further southwest toward the little hotel towns up in the hills. We drove by Genova, Illetes and Palmanova. Although these little settlements had amazing views, they lacked that traditional olden tint to them that other towns had. These were more urbanized and tourist-oriented. Nonetheless it was pleasant to discover that side of the island, until night fell upon us.