Majorca, Spain (Mallorca, España)April 2016
We decided that one of our days on Mallorca had to be spent in Sóller, a town to the north of Palma. You can get there by car, but we took the old wood-panelled train.
The train line's construction began in 1911, when profits from the orange and lemon trades were peaking. The ride north passed through mostly orange orchards, and mountainous areas where no orchards could grow.
By the time we had descended into the town again, I had to use the bathroom so we thought up the genius idea to order a litre of sangria from a restaurant in order to use their bathroom. Well, that part of the plan worked and we enjoyed some tasty sangria while chilling by the waterfront for a while, but afterwards the old wood-panelled train that took us back to Palma did not have toilet facilities. So we sat there, buzzed, bellies full of sangria, and trying very hard not to think about peeing for the hour-long journey. It wasn't fun, but we made it back and used the train station facilities.
That evening we dined at Reserva Iberico, where we tried pimentos padron for the first time (tiny hot green peppers liberally sprinkled with rock salt). I also ordered patatas bravas, which were delivered to us with non-consensual shavings of jamon so I picked all the bits off. Full of good food and wine (including the sangria from not long before), we slept deeply.
Today's post was almost called: Soaking In Some Sóller Radiation