
Late autumn in Palma, the old town fills with enormous fallen leaves. We gather them by the armful and bring them home.
Once a year, the rose windows of La Seu align to paint an eight of color across the nave. We woke at four to watch it happen.
You hike forty minutes down a goat path on the Tramuntana coast. At the bottom, a man grills paella over orange wood while the sun falls into the sea.
A 1912 narrow-gauge railway carries you through tunnels carved by hand into the mountain. It ends in an orchard.