Mallorca

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We are back in Mallorca, two years later almost to the day. Much like last time we had an uneventful flight.
Meaning fell asleep the minute I could lay my seat down. Ed woke me (by shaking me) a little before breakfast.
We promptly got lost in Palma, finally foud our way to Santa Maria
Checked out out hotel ( yes I gave our room the once over for any creepy crawlers) happy to report all clear!
Found our bikes for the week and put our pedals and seats on an went for a
Great forst ride. It was beautiful we went to a little village, Costix, ha espresso and headed home. It was good, we learned that we have become huge bike snobs. We don't bring our own bikes and we both noticed the handlebars are too wide, headset too long etc. But regardless it is the most beautiful place to ride bikes.
We found a yummy place for dinner in Santa Maria, great nights rest.

This am we headed out with a little plan. We Would make it an easy ride to Sineu for lunch then plan the rest of the day.
We always eat at an outdoor cafe in te center of each village.
As luck would have it the children of he village formed a pretty talented band and celebrated Easter including a rousing rendition of When the Saints go
Marching In.
Not sure where to head next we followed the advice of our waiter, likeable guy who suggested St margalida and on to can picafort. Or Pickford as Ed would say.
We it sounds good, little rainy, crazy headwind I was dragging. But the idea if more espresso convin

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