It’s cool, although I’m a bit warm. I think this as I drive, but I don’t say it because I know they’ll tell me I’m a bit crazy. Poor things, they don’t know that you can feel two seemingly opposite things at the same time.

Anyway, we finally arrive. Palma is beautiful and we walk through the quiet streets of the center. The center of Palma is silent, although it is full of tourists and cruise ships are crowded in the port.

We arrive at La Bicicleta Roja. The door is open, although it’s closed. Mo is inside. “Hi Mo!” I call her with a silent shout. After a while, we are inside with the windows of the place wide open and the view in front of us. We are on the muralla of Palma, with the sea in front. Tourists pass by, and Mo tells everyone that this morning she’s not selling, that it’s closed for them.

This is a special place, she explains to us that it used to be the professional office of Gabriel Alomar, the architect-urban planner who was in charge of the reform and planning of Palma in the 1940s. Mo now talks to us about the books she has, from independent publishers. I would buy them all, although today I don’t take anything.

What’s that playing? The song suits the view and the place. Sharon Van Etten. Now Mo shows these people she has local products and talks to them about herself, although she doesn’t like to talk about herself. She’s from Palma but not really, because she’s from Asturias and lived a long time in León. Well, she’s from Palma. And straight edge. That’s why she says she likes the cocktail I prepare, even though she doesn’t try it. I call it Murada spritz. It’s sweet, though not too much.

I do say this out loud, and they smile as if I were crazy. Poor things, they don’t know you can feel so much.