Yesterday afternoon we scouted out a local public swimming bath with a baby pool, and were sent by the very friendly lady to the local sports shop to buy the required flip flops and swim hats. And today, we were trying out Palma Jump, an indoor trampolining centre. So after the usual Saturday pancakes, we drove to an industrial estate to the north of Palma, and found our destination in a huge hanger.
It was €10 for one hour, plus mandatory grippy socks; and Jemima needed me with her. So we socked up, watched the slightly off-putting safety video (so many ways to get hurt); and bounded in. It was HUGE: two areas, one completely floored with square and long rectangular trampolines, plus others edged along the sides; and the second like some kind of assault course, with Gladiator-style combat areas, a massive crash mat with big jumps onto it, and a section with monkey bars and various swings over deep pits full of foam cubes. There were a surprising number of twenty-something men doing backflips; plus lots of youngsters in differently coloured neon tabards (presumably birthday party groups) - Jemima was among the youngest there. But she was game: we ran, jumped, climbed and fell, trying out most of it (except the Ninja monkey bar section which was too difficult). It was knackering, but a lot of fun - definitely one for the grandchildren, especially as they have special sessions for 5 and unders on a weekday morning.
By the time we left, the weather had worsened, and my goodness it was cold: 3 degrees, which is not what we expected for Mallorca. We ended up driving through sleet and hailstones to lunch, a train-themed restaurant in the hip Palma area of Santa Catalina, which has been included in all the "restaurants for kids" recommendations.
To be honest, we couldn't really see why. Yes, there was a nice model railway whizzing around the middle; and yes, starters and desserts were delivered by a little train running along the edge of the room; but it wasn't that exciting, and the food was only ok. Ah well, good to know, and we won't be back (although we might visit Santa Catalina again, which seems wonderful - so many great-looking restaurants, and a very enticing covered market full of tapas-eaters and wine-drinkers).
After lunch, it was home time. We are still not succeeding in getting Jemima to have a siesta, but we did have a nice rest, all three of us in the bed (me snoozing - Palma Jump had tired me out; and Daddy and Jemima watching their respective programmes). And then just time for a bit of arts and crafts before bed. A successful recce; and tomorrow, it's Carnaval!
Owlie having a ride in the train...
Palma Jump
Train deliveries
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