“Mallorca is a place similar to happiness, apt to be blissful in it, apt for the scenario of happiness and I, as many islanders and visitors, have almost never got the weath of happiness that one must carry inside to feel worthy spectator (and not ashamed) of such clarity of beauty. Twice I have lived in Mallorca and memory of it is clear and quiet: some argumentative meetings with my friends, an early morning walk that started in Valldemossa and it ended in Palma, a adorable girl that I was in love and perhaps that I have never told her, a few long days haunting me in the counting of the beaches. Now I stop writing and I keep remembering”. - Jorge Luis Borges (El Dia, Palma de Mallorca, 21-XI-1926)