Being from Palma doesn't It's not easy at all. The worst part is that I spent half my life I used to think that being from Palma was the easiest thing in the world behind closed doors and the most complicated outside (if your world is Mallorca, of course). Until, luckily, a moment came when I grew up and, above all, started surrounding myself with people who weren't from Palma. Then they showed me that 1) I was living in a parallel reality, and 2) Being from Palma is only easy if you never leave Palma.

The governing board of the Cort (City of Palma) approved this Wednesday the specifications that will govern the remodeling and operation of the Levante Municipal Market, which has been fully managed by Palma City Council since 1986. The bidding process will be carried out through a concession for the overall operation of the market, with municipal ownership of the facility remaining at all times for a period of time.

I think I've found the seed of my fondness for going to bars and cafes. Since I was little, and unwittingly, frequenting these places has become a shared tradition between my father and me, a habit I inherited from him. "Okay, but we'll find somewhere to stop and have a coffee": this is and has always been my father's rule on any afternoon out in Palma, whatever the day's objective. It doesn't matter if we're going for a walk, shopping, or running errands. He always has his radar active for places where he can order "a coffee, very short, just a fingerful." I tell him this is called being a caffeine addict—which sounds more serious than telling him he drinks too much coffee—because I must contradict him on something, since we always end up spending more time on a terrace than doing what we had planned to do. As if it were all just a pretext to sit down, have a drink, and chat for a while.