The ferry from Barcelona to Mallorca gave me a sense of epic travel, like I was on the Titanic before they knew about the iceberg. The couple behind me were watching Indiana Jones and as we rounded the peninsula and the city of Palma spread out before me, the theme (dun da dun da, dun dada!) was playing. I love when it feels like life is actually a movie. I spent the first day alone at the beach in Cala Major, while Marta worked. The water was clear and warm, but I can’t shake my fear of being stung by a jellyfish (medusa) and just enjoy a swim. After her parents and I picked Marta up from work, we walked around downtown Palma and got this great shot of the cathedral from the balcony at Es Baluard Museu.
We had a Mallorquin dinner of tumbet from Bar Bosco. I don’t think I could eat enough of their pa amb oli.
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