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PALMA,

      MAJORCA




      It rained the first day I was in Palma. I
      didn’t mind. I felt as though the wind
      and the rain were reflecting my inner
      strength and determination. I embraced
      the little drops of encouragement as
                                                                                                                                             You build a new level of trust within
      I let them caress my skin, changing
                                                                                                                                             yourself when you travel alone.
      the composition of my thoughts and
                                                                                                                                             You have  no choice  but  to set aside
      calming my mind. The welcoming
                                                                                                                                             the anxieties that you have been
      streets merged seamlessly with the
                                                                                                                                             convincing  yourself for years  are the
      warmth of the people, softening the
                                                                                                                                             things that make up who you are. You
      unconventional weather that befalls
                                                                                                                                             find a new depth to yourself that you
      the sun soaked roads in winter.
                                                                                                                                             can’t forget.
      “I am in the midst of my true life, I am
                                                                                                                                             I never thought much about the fact       Christmas was the last thing on my
      most deeply myself…At times I feel as
                                                                                                                                             that summer holidays had a smell,         mind  as  I walked  through  the  streets
      if I am spread out over the landscape
                                                                                                                                             not until I got off the plane in Palma,   of Palma, permeated by the suns heat.
      and inside things, and am myself living
                                                                                                                                             mid-December and it smelt of all my       This is, until a parade of people dressed
      in every tree, in the splashing of the
                                                                                                                                             summer holidays rolled into one. The      as Santa whistled through the streets
      waves, in the clouds and the animals
                                                                                                                                             hot tarmac and the thick, warm air        on motorbikes cheering and playing
      that come and go, in the procession
                                                                                                                                             hugged all my senses. Familiarity in a    music. Later that evening, as I walked
      of the seasons.”
                                                                                                                                             never before breached situation.          towards to taxi rank that would be
                                                                                                                                                                                       ready and waiting to whisk me away
      - Carl Jung
                                                                                                                                                                                       to the airport, I heard the faint sound
                                                                                                                                                                                       of ‘Despacito’ and sadly, it was that
                                                                                                                                                                                       which enticed me to check out the
                                                                                                                                                                                       grand performance that was taking
                                                                                                                                                                                       place in the local square. Hundreds of
                                                                                                                                                                                       Santa’s were all dancing in formation
                                                                                                                                                                                       to a variety of smash hit Spanish songs
                                                                                                                                                                                       and it warmed my heart. Standing up
                                                                                                                                                                                       on the wall with the other onlookers
                                                                                                                                                                                       with my slightly boozy smile beaming
                                                                                                                                                                                       almost as bright as the Christmas lights
                                                                                                                                                                                       that adorned the regimented palm
                                                                                                                                                                                       trees, I thought what a great way to
                                                                                                                                                                                       start the holidays.


















      Words: Katie Lawton
      Photographs: Katie Lawton
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