On Wednesday we spent the day at the beach. It was a fairly short 40 minute drive to Es Trenc, a very popular and crowded beach on weekend, During the week it is more relaxed and home to nature lovers, nudists and hippy types. We rented sun loungers and a cabana a reasonable 7 Euros each for the day and relaxed enjoying the sun. My three white companions lathered up well with heavy duty sunscreen and stayed mostly under the protection of the cabanas while I took full advantage of the sun. The water was very refreshing but again I am the only one who took the plunge. Fred and I walked along the beach to see what it had to offer food wise. At the far end where the sand was more uneven and a bit more rocky was the home to the nudist section. While we walked we also saw a sea turtle whose head broke the surface of the water just beyond the waves. Sections of the beach/water were rather weedy but I did find a clear area for me to get in for a swim. When Bryan and Alison decided to go for a walk we did warn them about the nudist section but she was still rather horrified to see them. A full day of sun was enjoyed by all, then we headed back, stopping at a couple of stores for charcoal and strawberries for our supper. After planning for Thursdays exploration and a full day in the sun, everyone was in bed at a reasonable hour.
Thursday 22nd we headed off early to spend the day in Palma De Mallorca for some city exploration.
The drive in was an easy run and parking was well marked and plentiful.
Once we arrived we decided to go our separate ways. Alison and Bryan
were looking to do some shopping while Fred and I were more interested in walking around the historical sections of the town. Our first stop was the Cathedral of Majorca. Construction on it began around 1306 by King James II of Majorca and completed in 1601 by bishop of Majorca, JoanVic i Manrique. Since the completion in 1601 it has not expanded on the outside but has grown on the inside. It is made of Majorcan sandstone known as"mares" and the forms and colours of the stone continue to awe all people .
The interior of the cathedral is awe-inspiring as well. It is also known as the Cathedral of Light as the sun shines through 87 windows and 8 rose windows. It is also home to the largest Gothic rose window in the world. More pictures of the interior of the cathedral can be seen on my Facebook (Sandy) or our flickr account.
The next stop was a walled garden complete with a beautiful pond, vegetable garden, fruit trees and flowers. We came upon it quite by accident as we made our way to Banys Arabs. It was quite a peaceful stop hidden amongst the alleyways of the main tourist area. We enjoyed our brief stop at the gardens before moving on. The picture on the left is of the pond with koi, water lilies and a canopy of bougainvillea.
The picture on the right is of Banys Arabs, a 10th century brick hammam (bath house). They are one of the few architectural reminders of the Moors on Mallorca. The chamber with its irregular columns are all that has survived and would have been the lukewarm room. There would have also been a hot room and a cold plunge. The chamber and a small garden area are all that is to be seen, so it was a quick visit.

We meet up with Bryan and Alison for a late lunch near the Cathedral and all enjoyed a pizza, each of us having a different variety. After lunch we again head off in separate directions as Bryan and Alison wanted to see the Cathedral, while Fred and I searched out a grocery store for some wine and baguette for the evening, then to enjoy a relaxing drink at an outdoor cafe. We have enjoyed our day but have only really hit the major sites and have not explored any of the museums scattered around Palma.
Our last two days were spent relaxing around the pool and for me and Fred washing all our clothes in the North American style washer and dryer a treat for us. We were back to reality quickly as in 5 days time we moved to a new apartment/flat. Not far away, just across the road but away from the river.
We hope you have enjoyed this segment of our travels.
Adios,
Sandy & Fred