Geri is on holidays on the beautiful Spanish island of Mallorca. She takes a day trip to an ancient village, set high in a mountain range located on the highest point of the island.
While wandering through the narrow cobbled streets lined with terracotta pots filled with bright flowers and street cafes a plenty, she discovers a partially concealed old wooden door. Parting the overhanging vines, she comes across a hidden alleyway. Intrigued, she pushes aside the vines and makes her way past the door and up the steep winding path, only to find a small collection of quaint shops. At first glance it appears they are mostly selling natural linen clothing, straw hats and bags and typical tourist items. Nothing out of the ordinary. Rounding a corner, she spots an oversized old woven basket on a shop footstep. Full of ceramic lemons. She is totally smitten with these misshapen, larger than life orbs of yellow. And she just has to have them. All of them! But. Herein lies the problem. How on earth is she going to get them on the plane and back to her home in Sydney? But first things first. How is she going to get them on the plane from Mallorca to Nice. Her ticket only allowed 1 carryon bag. And the lemons were very likely to break if they were to be put in a suitcase no matter how much bubble wrap is used.