Palma de Mallorca

I hadn’t been sleeping well and was in a weird mood when I arrived.

The flight was on Air Berlin, all Economy. The hotel was lovely—in the way that 70-year-old people from England and Germany appreciate. I was jaded as usual, it was a struggle to get online, etc.

But then I walked on the terrace and looked out at the city, and I thought—okay, that’s nice.

Palma ViewClick to enlarge

I don’t want to pack it all in and move to an island off the coast of Spain anytime soon. But for a night or two before I head home via London and New York, I guess it will do.


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