Palma-Platja Illetes

We woke up on Wednesday ready to see some sights. We had asked the front desk at our hotel how to get to the Drach caves and they suggested riding the local bus, so we grabbed breakfast and headed to Palma to catch the bus at the central bus station.

When we arrived we realized that there were very few bus options left and since we didn't know how long the cave tour lasted we didn't want to risk getting there without a way back. We decided to skip it for the day and head to the tourism office so we could make plans for all the things we wanted to see.

We walked for about twenty minutes before we found the tourism office, not marked on our map. At this point in our trip we have visited many tourism offices, all of which have been incredibly helpful, all except this one. I don't know if we arrived on a bad day or what but the lady we spoke with was incredibly rude. She didn't really want to help us and basically told us that the tours we had seen on various flyers did not exist and that we would need to look up private companies to do the things we wanted to do, like take a catamaran to a specific beach, etc. We left the tourism office very disappointed and headed back to our hotel to make the most of the rest of the day.

We spoke with the front desk at our hotel again and they were very helpful in setting us up with a rental car for the next day. Now that we had some plans, we relaxed and made our way to the other beach near our hotel.

Platja Illetes is by far the most beautiful beach I have ever seen, it puts the beach we went to yesterday to shame. Tucked away in a cove, the beach looks like a movie set or a picture from a magazine ad. We had lunch and enjoyed several hours of lounging on the sand and swimming in the crystal clear water.

We went back to our hotel, changed, and headed back into town. We returned to the small street we visited the night before for some delicious tapas and then walked around exploring the city. Somehow we managed to walk down all the deserted streets and failed to find any signs of the notorious Palma nightlife, so we headed back towards the bus stop. We were still hungry so we stopped at a tapas bar nearby and had a quick bite before jumping on the bus and heading back.

One thing I have failed to mention since we got to Palma is that they speak their own language, Mallorquin. You may have noticed some spelling differences in these last posts and that is why. They do speak castellano Spanish but most of the street signs and other public signage are written in Mallorquin, giving the island its own flavor and making us feel like we are no longer in Spain.


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