Palma - Part 2.

After we finally turned the corner on our hangovers, we were nearing checkout time so we had no option than to rally. We had thought that maybe lunch would make some magic happen. It did not. BUT, ice cream did.

It was Sunday in a very Catholic country. It seemed like everything was closed. EXCEPT ice cream stores. After our first ice cream stick, almost immediately, we felt 90% better. Better enough, that I was able to notice how pretty the local architecture was:


We soon crossed another ice cream store. On the theory that two would be doubly good, we got another cone. And, magic! We felt totally human again. Just in time to find an open souvenir shop to stock up for family and friends.

Soon, we found the Plaza Mayor. From there, we could see the Cathedral that we noted the prior day that looked like a giant sandcastle:

On our way there, we came across some beautiful gardens:

We finally made it around the front of the cathedral:


From there, we continued our stroll, toward the port. Took a seat in a park. Had a snack. And, then it was time to head back to our hotel, where our spin instructor was going to pick us up.

To kill the time, we played some scrabble. As a tangent, I have been friends with M for maybe five years now and played scrabble a handful of times. I never win. It took probably ten hours of playing on this trip for me to win one game. It was a delightful afternoon, quite warm but we were in the shade with a breeze, a cappucino in front of us.

Soon enough, S arrived to take us to her house in the country.