I was lucky enough to have my old man, Steve come and do the Atlantic crossing with us. It was pretty cool to do something like that with him, and also good for him to see some parts of the world that I have been and he probably would never have gone (Caribbean, Azores etc.). Whilst in the Azores, we managed to convince mum to come over as well. So no more than two days after arriving in Palma de Mallorca in Spain, we were at the airport waiting to greet mum.
Together they spent four nights here in Palma, got to have a decent look around town as well as the island. A train trip to Soller (pronounced soy-ere for those non familiar with spanish) on one of those old electric trains was a highlight. It takes you from Palma, across the lowlands in the middle of the island and through the mountains and onto the seaside port of Soller.
From Palma, the olds went to Barcelona for a week, before heading to London for a weekend and then back Downunder.
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Ears: Palma Violets
Once the train trip finished in Soller, it was on to a tram for the final 2km to Puerto Soller
The Port
Mum and Dad
last time I was here 18 months ago it was raining, 10c and blowing about 40 knots. This time round was a bit better.
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