I’m on holiday! And as is tradition, let us find a place that I might eat cake and drink delicious drinks. I flick through my camera roll of Mallorcan holidays past and note Sa Gelateria looks like the one. I sit inside (the rain!) and order an iced chocolate (oh how I miss the place on the placa major in Pollenca that would serve the best I’ve ever had) and a slice of cake. A well apportioned slice appears and is devoured quickly; a smooth iced chocolate, even more well apportioned in terms of whipped cream than my cake appears also and is more savoured. I needn’t worry - the service is best described as laissez faire, and I mean that as a compliment. I take my Kindle and intend to read, but I am soon having a quite in depth conversation with Abbi (me by text, her by voice note, I’ve learnt not to question this too hard) and that makes me very happy. I then stumble down a rabbit hole online very quickly then quietly feel very bad. But hey, the cake and the iced chocolate were nice, so I don’t really think that’s the fauly of Sa Gelateria.