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Bus, train, tram, boat, bus

We decided, before we came to Mallorca, that we would only take one tour. It was an expensive one for us anyway--the Island tour which advertised that, via bus, train, tram and boat, it would take us through much of Mallorca. Well, western Mallorca anyway. It sounded like a good way for us to see the island so we booked it. Both of us are "strolling" tourists. We like to stop where we want to stop and really don't care if we see everything as long as we are enjoying what we are seeing.

Anyway, Tuesday morning we arrived at the allotted bus meet-up point (me having worried that we would miss it of course, I always worry) and, after a late start, we were off. The bus took us as far as the train station, about a ten-minute ride and then we took an old fashioned train to Son Reus where we transferred to a tram and on to Port Soller.









 
















Soller looked like a really nice beach resort but we didn't stay there. We immediately went down to the harbour and took a boat out to La Calobra, which is a village around the coast from Soller. Very small but so relaxing, just as the tour promised.








It was so great to be relaxing in a sunny place where both of us were happy. Really quite magical. Like time is suspended and even though we know, and are so saddened, about the terrible things that are happening out in the world, it is like living in a rainbow bubble.















The tour bus picked us up in La Calobra and drove us along an amazing mountain road through an area called Serra De Tramuntana. A really rocky mountain range that actually reminded me a bit of Arizona and the area around Glacier National Park. Only the roads are much narrower.







I was SO glad we were in a bus! The narrow road is shared by cyclists (they must be in tremendous physical shape,) cars and buses. Twice the bus stopped nose to nose with another vehicle (once a bus, once a car) and they had to back up/down and squeeze past each other. One car, obviously driven by a tourist (could have been me) stopped us for five minutes while the driver tried to figure out how to maneuver.

We arrived back in Palma at around 5:30 and headed for Bar Bosch, our outdoor cafe go-to for an early evening meal. It is on the Born Boulevard, very popular, close to the Cathedral and a great spot for people watching. Then we meandered back past the Cathedral and sat on the terrace watching evening arrive.

Still magical.

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