Once on the island of Mallorca, Spain with some time off, I took the Soller train from Palma to Soller.
Built in 1912, the train retains it's original charm.
Traveling through the mountains and tunnels, we got a spectacular view of the back country.
And had a great view of Soller as we descended into the city. I then boarded a smaller train that would take me to Port de Soller.
The train went right through town.
Competing with traffic...
Could have reached out and touched the "locals."
The train had no sides and if you leaned out too far you were likely to brush into the passing foliage. Or the walls. ...better to keep your hands and feet inside at all times, just like they tell you.
The lack of sides made for a great view once we arrived in Port de Soller.
While not quite 19 Euro a night, I found a nice cheap hostel with a baloney that offered a delightful view of the town and waterfront below.
I had intended to enjoy the beach for a while, but I was greeted by a constant drizzle. Instead of lounging on the beach, I enjoyed some wine in the eateries along the waterfront.
Eventually the rain let up and I went for a walk and found some back roads to take me through the hills.
Somebody's driveway.
The countryside air was filled with the distant (and not so distant) sheep's bells. I looked up at one point to realize that I was being watched.
Caught the sunset. So did some other people along the road.
Overlooking Port de Soller after sundown.
Left the following afternoon on the trolley, waving goodbye to the view.
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