Every finca on this island is written into a register before it is allowed to keep guests. Ours has a number. The rest of this page is what the number stands for.
Ca'n Posteta sits on the Camí de Ses Planes, a lane that climbs out of Sóller between stone walls and orange trees. The valley behind it has grown citrus and pressed olives for a very long time; the grey wall of the Tramuntana closes it off from the rest of Mallorca and keeps the air still and warm.
We are not a hotel and have never wanted to be one. The house is looked after by the people who grew up in it, the gate is opened by hand, and the number of guests at any one time is small on purpose. What follows reads like a record because, in a way, that is exactly what it is.