Some canyons you do. This one, you remember — and not because of the rock.

You’ll move through narrow sections and rock formations, abseil after abseil building as you go. Then the canyon opens up into deeper passages, carved by rain over thousands of years — the kind of place that makes you feel small, in the best way, and makes everything back home feel a little lighter.

And when it’s over, you don’t walk out. A speedboat picks you up and rides you back to Port de Sóller, wind in your face, the canyon disappearing behind you. That’s the part people replay in their heads for weeks — not the abseils, the ending.