We spent our last day in Spain soaking up the sun in Palma de Mallorca. The Mediterranean stretched out in soft shades of blue. The breeze carried the scent of salt and sunscreen.

With the warmth of the day, we expected the sea to be just as inviting. Instead, it surprised us with a chill—brisk and invigorating, more Atlantic than Mediterranean. Rather than diving straight in, we eased into the water slowly, inch by inch, letting our bodies adjust to the temperature. Gentle, calming waves lapped the shore, and families dotted the beach, lounging beneath straw umbrellas, dipping their toes in the surf, and savoring the slow pace of island life.

Just steps from the sand, the promenade buzzed with life. Cafés, restaurants, and shops lined it, offering everything from cold drinks and tapas to souvenirs and beachwear. It was the kind of day that didn’t ask for much: just a towel, a view, and a little time to let it all sink in. A quiet, sun-drenched farewell to a country that had given us so much color, flavor, and joy.