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Tren a Sóller

Posted in Uncategorized by Cassandra on October 7, 2009

Sunday night in Palma I wandered down toward the shore. I walked past the lit up cathedral, parked like a huge ship right on the shore. A man asked me, “what’s up? you smokin’ tonight?”

Sóller, Mallorca, Spain

I went to a jazz show. A man got up from the crowd and started playing. So good, that was the best part. I had a glass of perfect red wine then the smoke started to sting my eyes so I left.

That same night I went to bed and woke up a few hours later just as the thunder started to drum. Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I waited for the stores to open and bought an umbrella. I walked up to the train station to buy a ticket for Sóller.

View from the train car

View from the train car

I realized how much I love traveling by train. The ride was almost two hours and it poured almost the entire time, had a car to myself.

100 year old tracks and trains

100 year old tracks and trains

The countryside in Mallorca is filled with ranches. Saw a lot of sheep, chickens, horses.

Slowed to a stop at this vista. The acoustics of the cliff wall behind the tracks amplified the sound of the kids in the schoolyards laughing and church bells and a few horses.

Slowed to a stop at this vista. The acoustics of the cliff wall behind the tracks amplified the sound of the kids in the schoolyards laughing and church bells and a few horses.

Finally the train rolled into Sóller.

I walked 5km to the port in the rain, then took a trolley back after having a thin little funny pizza and some very cheap and very good white wine from another of the islands.

finally made it to the shore

finally made it to the shore

deluge

deluge

dinner

dinner

Got back to Palma on the last train of the night. Next day was Joan Miró’s museum/foundation/studio/house, which was definitely the highlight. Photos soon.

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