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Palma’s Coastal Vibes: A Sunburned Indie Film Scout’s Guide to Sunburns and Unexpected Pizzerias

@Mila Sanders3/13/2026blog

so here’s the deal, i was in palma and didn’t expect the humidity to feel like a humidifier left on high in a sauna. i just checked and it’s 12.31°C, which sounds perfect until you realize the air holds itself together with 82% moisture. my camera lens fogged up within ten minutes, and i swear the locals either adapted to this or strategically avoided my lens.

if you get bored, [cities] are just a short drive away. i heard that the granite rocks near the port are better for skipping stones than any of the touristy buoys. someone told me that, anyway. maybe they were high. i’m not sure. what i do know is that the pizzeria down the street claims to have invented a new type of pepperoni. i’m not sure if that’s true or if they’re just really good at selling nostalgia.

the neighbors here are weirdly loud. not in a bad way. more like they seem to know each other’s names through the walls. once, i heard a neighbor yell ‘don’t feed the eels’ at 3 a.m. i assume the eels were judging my life choices.

i saw a sign at a cafe that said ‘no tours, no photos.’ i respected it. until i realized it was a tourist zone. honestly, palma’s best when it’s not trying to be a tourist zone. the street artist near the market painted a mural of a giant jellyfish. it looked real. like, if you squinted. i’m not sure if it’s art or a warning.

the weather’s been this damp mizz. hope you like that kind of thing. i checked Yelp for ‘hidden beaches’ and found a place called ‘codex beach’ that’s basically a concrete slab with a sign that says ‘no lifeguard.’ i went anyway. the sea was 12.31°C too. it’s a lot like the air.

someone warned me that the seafood market here sells octopus that’s still moving when you buy it. i’m not sure if that’s a plus or a health code violation. i bought a baguette instead. it was stale. that’s a win.

i mapped a route to the stock exchange building because i heard it’s where the local filmmakers hang out. the building itself is a brick maze, but the courtyard has these tiny statues of sailors. one of them is holding a camera. i took a photo. it looked like a prop from a 1970s movie. which is fine. i’m an indie film scout. i eat that stuff up.

images from Unsplash: an old boat in port, a palm tree in a courtyard, a woman by the ocean. these are the visuals that’ll haunt my editing software.

the neighbors kept asking if i was filming. i told them i was a journalist. they believed me for five minutes. then one neighbor handed me a flyer for a ‘mystery dinner theater’ that’s actually just a guy in a cheap sci-fi costume. i paid him to stop yelling.

i heard that the local bar has a pool table that’s older than palma itself. i didn’t verify. but why would they say that? i’m going to assume it’s true. also, someone told me the tap water is great. i didn’t drink it. i’m still lactose intolerant.

Palma’s magic is in the small things. like the way the sun hits the market stalls at 2 p.m. or that one café where they serve espresso in a bowl. it’s not a bowl. it’s a mug. but i ate the bowl.

links: TripAdvisor for ‘best seafood palma,’ Yelp for the pizzeria, local boards for ‘where to find real avo toast.’

the weirdest thing? the weather. 12.31°C, 82% humidity, and pressure at 1023. it’s like the city is holding its breath. or maybe it’s just very efficient.

if you come to palma, don’t let anyone sell you a umbrella. the sun is kind. the sea is kind. the weird neighbors? they’re just kind in their own way. maybe they’re filming too. who knows.

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About the author: Mila Sanders

Believes that every problem has a solution (or at least a workaround).

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