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At the moment, I’m sitting in a cafe in Palma, Mallorca near la Placa Major. It’s about 4 in the afternoon on a Sunday, I’ve just finished breakfast (it was a late start), and the coffeehouse chatter humming in the background fills the air as fresh espresso grounds crush softly in the background. This quiet coffee shop moves from a soft hum to a jittery buzz. Its just about the end of siesta.