Molino.

Went to the health centre in Es Mercadal today for my apointment with the nurse. She removed the dressings, cleaned the wound, which is a mishmash of bruises with a line of staples through it, and put a clean dressing on before giving me some supplies to do it myself for the next week. After that she'll take the metalwork out. Apparently it all looks fine, with no sign of infection, probably thanks to the antibiotics I'm taking. Still hurts like the Devil though.
This old windmill, now a restaurant, sits next to the car park by the medical centre. It's supposed to be good, though I've never been in it.