Palma de Mallorca

I flew on Ryanair from Edinburgh to Palma, my first experience with European low-cost airlines. It was a cool experience: they pack the planes tight and turn them around almost instantly. Super cheap and well worth it.
An early-morning view of the beach in front of our hotel. Pretty nice. Shortly hereafter, this beach -- and all of the others along the Palma strip -- will have been packed wall-to-wall with overweight, naked Germans. Yuck.
We went on a bike ride to find a less crowded place to swim, and found this one across the bay. Our hotel is somewhere on the endless strip that you can see along the far shore. The north side of the island -- which you can see in the background -- is mountainous, less densely populated and apparently breathtakingly beautiful; if we were to come back to Mallorca, we would probably go there. As you can see, though, there isn't really a bad spot on the island.
Megan is blocking the nude bathers, who are not welcome on this blog.
It was really nice.