Mallorca arose almost accidentally, out of a trip while they were looking for the best sunset. The walls of the city of Palma told their story. The sea, which caresses the imposing cathedral, pushed them through the old town. The Lonja, silent, and fresh, transmitted the vibrations and pulse of the city years ago.
From there, they undertook the adventure that would culminate in the Formentor Lighthouse, where the world ends, and there is no more land to be discovered. On the way, they found the island. They were surprised by its beaches, flora, and Sierra de Tramuntana. They let themselves fall in love with its tradition, architecture, savoir-faire, and people.
