playing tour guide in palma...
last weekend saw my mum, dad and baby sister libby pop over for a few days. albeit a short visit; we crammed everything in and certainly made the most of what palma had on offer. i must admit that the weather was not totally desirable the entire weekend but we did not let it dampen our spirits.
we wined and dined our way around palma, its plazas and were able to convey to la familia the essence of palma. we snuggled up in a warm cafe and drank too many coffees while the rain passed, we ate paella listening to a trio of men playing the spanish guitar and their vintage accordians, we explored the streets of the old town, marvelled at the cathedral from an aptly placed bar directly opposite, listened to a marching band in plaza de santa catalina and ate our fair share of freshly baked bread and home made aioli.
sunday saw us venture to soller, which while cold, was still quintessentially gorgeous and we kept our tradition of three euro sangrias, alive. the wooden boats (one funnily enough named michelle) bobbed in the light breeze and the turquoise water provided a lovely backdrop for a leisurely sunday stroll.