ABSTRACT
WE departed for Valldemosa on a cloudless morning about the middle of December to take possession of our Cartuja, caressed by the beautiful rays of an autumnal sun that was becoming more and more remarkable for us. After crossing the fertile plain around Establiments, we reached a deserted district, wooded in parts, dry and stony elsewhere, rather damp and cold, and everywhere broken up by craggy, hilly ground difficult to compare with anything I have seen in other places.
