Where have you been my whole life?
April 7th-10th.
As each night fell on the small island, I could not picture myself leaving. We were there for three days, and each day was beautiful. When we got to our hostel it was a bit late and the reception did not let us pay until morning because they knew how tired we were. They were the most amazing people I have ever met. The owners were so sweet.
Our hostel was La Mimosa.
We were on the top floor. The staircase was lovely and the place was very fresh and airy.
The first night we were there we arrived about midnight. Dinner was almost over, but we found one place that had food. It was a German lady who made fresh food. It was one of the best things I have ever had. She wasn't serving at that time, but she did special for us. I guess we looked a little jet lagged, lost, and hungry.
She was wonderful.
The first picture is the airport.
Mallorcia was nothing short of amazing.. It made me wish that I payed attention more in school to Spanish... because I never thought it would be useful... I did however remember some phrases and words.
I have to say at times it made me miss home because I was hearing spanish all the time, and the signs are in Spanish. My town has no comparison to the landscape of Mallorcia.
Every morning we were awakened by the freshest air I have ever breathed in my entire life.
The first thing that I noticed the first day that I was there was how fresh everything was. I was so comfortable, and it was the first time, in a long time where the whole day I was not in a throbbing pain. I never knew how much weather could impact everything. It was insane.
Our hostel was beautiful. All the windows opened in the morning, and the doors led out to a white sidewalk which led down to some stones and the beach. It was beautiful. A grocery, a bakery, and a fruits and vegetable market was in walking distance.
The first day we were there we explored and went into the city center. It was a gorgeous day. The flowers were Beaufifulllll as well as the ocean...
The city was filled with cobble stoned streets and small shops packed with jewelry and clothing.
Churches towered randomly in corners and on streets. The were all breath- taking. Shopping was amazing there. Besides the designer stores, but was very inexpensive.
We saw the square where there was a market happening. It was very nice, and much was handmade. The streets were so clean and everything was beautiful.
I have to say it was hard to get used to shops closing around half one and opening back up at five and having dinner at ten o clock at night, but I did love it, and time slipped by like water beneath our feet.
We explored the outside of the museums as we waited for some shops to open back up and we grabbed lunch and ice cream.
I then got my ear pierced. I was going to get my nose, but I knew mom was going to kill me. I'm sure she will not be happy with this one.
We headed to dinner by night time. We were tired, but we got some wine, and a great meal. It was at a place called the Jamrock Cafe.
Our waiter was amazing, as was the food.
We went to bed early-ish the night because the next day we were headed to the beach.
We woke up and went to the Bakery for breakfast.You could literally smell the place from a mile away. I was in heaven! Mine had fig on it and Grace had apples, so we split.
We waited at the bus stop and started talking to these two kids going as well. They were very nice, still in High School and from Germany. I envied them. I would love to stay there for longer then 3 days.
But the beach was the most beautiful beaches I have ever been on in my entire life, minus some boobs every time I turned my head.
The water was green and the san was so white. It was amazing. It was a getaway.
After the beach we had a lovely traditional Spanish meal in Genova.
It was not beans and rice, but olives and unusual ingredients. I was not adventurous enough to try the snail, but I had chicken. It was soo nice. The coffee was wonderful as well.
After we caught the bus to the city centre and we walked around.
We saw something religious going on. I'm not sure what it was.
I think we were all very exhausted so we caught another bus home. While they went up to bed I stayed downstairs and wrote to my mother. I asked the lady at the front desk for the post, and she told me not to worry, she would mail it for me. She was honestly one of the most amazing people I have ever met in my life. She was full of stories about her family. We wound up talked about New York City.
I spoke about my favourite professor, and she about her brother.
She was amazing, and unforgettable.
We ate Italian that night.
It was amazing. We were then off to bed to catch the bus in the morning the airport to head home.
During breakfast we met someone originally from Canada. He is currently living in Barcelona. He packed up and left four years ago and headed toward Spain on his own. He was in Mallorcia for the weekend on a holiday.
Not a bone in my body wanted to go home at that point. I feel in love with the place. Now I understand why people say Spain is a beautiful in it's own way.
I would love to go back sooner rather than later..
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