10 Going to Marivent Palace—that building that should belong to the Mallorcans, but is enjoyed only by the Bourbons—is an adventure if the purpose of the visit is work. I've attended many meetings between the president of the Spanish government and the head of state, and the situation is as precarious as ever. The journalists covering this meeting at Marivent—with subsequent statements that aren't exactly notable for their content—seem suspicious of some macabre plot to undermine the monarchy. Upon arrival, we're searched, scanned, and sent out by dogs to sniff everything we're carrying. Thankfully, laptops, pens, and notebooks aren't yet considered dangerous objects, but I suppose it's just a matter of time.

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