If from the shore of the Viewpoint, the endorsement of the cathedral mass, you watch towards east, you will see the amphitheatre of the beautiful bay, to draw itself intense on the brink of madness colorful in white form, something as well as a wake of silver that emphasizes of the brown line of the navy of Llucmajor, interrupting itself in cliffs of the Cap Enderrocat. Blue the outstanding white line by electrical and the green bottom the smooth olive marked in ours yesterday an immense sandy ground, the one of Is Sunyer. The shades of the beautiful colours of that magnific fan opened with their 20 kilometers wide by 17 of bottom included by the wide bay that goes from the end of Cala Figuera to the one of the Cap Blanc, taught the sweeping wild waves that, lost their rage, when arriving at the silver tape of those beaches, licked and kissed fine sand of the beach coast.

In those inhospitable places the winds crowded around in the days of our youth great movable dunes. We used to visit them from time to time, in group, some Thursday, scholastic day off, accompanied by our teachers. Those dunes, the "munts d'arena", formed part of our happiness. (...)

It was in the last years of the Great War, when the peace glimpsed, that certain industrialist very well-known, licores carbonic drink manufacturer and, whose situated distillery in the quarter of So N'Alegre, fixed his glance towards the levantina zone. No glance of vain speculation felt the colonizer eager to acquire one long parcel, according to used to thus mention it to its friends and, in its constant visits, it liked much the isthmus that of Can Pastilla, insurance as it were of the development that could return that important sector.

D. Batomeu Riutort, friend of my father, frequently used to tell his yearnings him. The good gentleman had great hopes to urbanize those lands pués certainly Can Pastilla could be a good business and said he: "Lo which I am going to do will be most delicious bouquet of the modern construction, something as well as the stony erection of the essences of my products Galúa and Alfonso XII, fine stomach and delicious cinnamon.

And Mr. Riutort, after signing the armistice the belligerents (they think that we are speaking of the end of World War I, around 1918), acquired that as well "trinxa" that he tried to revalue constructing a hotel that took the name of the place: Can Pastilla Hotel.

The idea of Mr. Riutort was the then news and faithful to my slogan collector, I kept in my album the efigie from the man who discovered places that really had future. What it happened to him to "pionner" (like a others) that its idea was too precocious. Of all ways, if it is truth that the good works go back to the sky, there is no doubt, that the soul of D. Bartolome Riutort, has to feel satisfaction in the sweet Eternity by that his conquest.

The tablet that gives name to a street in that quarter that was formerly inhospitable sandy ground, knows to tribute to Unknown Soldier. It knew to plan for city the new the tourist and rocked zone in the bay of Palma, in that piece of sea that the arms of the Cap Blanc and their resemblance of Cala Figuera sing to sleep, back in his waters is the immense Babel of those visitors that enjoy the privilege the charmed spell of our palmesan bay ."

Ca Nostra (50 años de vida palmesana).
T.II, p.126-128

"Es correu de Can Pastilla" 1992
Fotografias cedidas por Gabriel Serra