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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
                                                                                                                                             You build a new level of trust within
      drops of encouragement as I let
                                                                                                                                             yourself when you travel alone.
      them caress my skin, changing the
                                                                                                                                             You have no choice but to set
      composition of my thoughts and
                                                                                                                                             aside the anxieties that you have
      calming my mind. The welcoming
                                                                                                                                             been convincing yourself for years
      streets merged seamlessly with the
                                                                                                                                             are the things that make up who
      warmth of the people, softening
                                                                                                                                             you are. You find a new  depth to
      the unconventional weather that
                                                                                                                                             yourself that you can’t forget.
      befalls the sun soaked roads in
      winter.
                                                                                                                                             I never thought much about the            Christmas was the last thing on
                                                                                                                                             fact that summer holidays had a           my mind as I walked through the
      “I am in the midst of my true life, I                                                                                                  smell, not until I got off the plane      streets of Palma, permeated by the
      am most deeply myself…At times                                                                                                         in Palma, mid-December and it             suns heat. This is, until a parade of
      I feel as if I am spread out over the                                                                                                  smelt of all my summer holidays           people  dressed as  Santa  whistled
      landscape and inside things, and                                                                                                       rolled into one. The hot tarmac and       through the streets on motorbikes
      am myself living in every tree,                                                                                                        the thick, warm air hugged all my         cheering and playing music. Later
      in the splashing of the waves, in                                                                                                      senses. Familiarity in a never before     that evening, as I walked towards
      the clouds and the animals that                                                                                                        breached situation.                       to taxi rank that would be ready
      come and go, in the procession                                                                                                                                                   and waiting to whisk me away to
      of the seasons.”
                                                                                                                                                                                       the airport, I heard the faint sound
                                                                                                                                                                                       of ‘Despacito’ and sadly, it was that
      - Carl Jung
                                                                                                                                                                                       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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