Since we had absolutely no plans for this weekend/trip we decided it would be nice to sleep in a bit and then just head to the beach. So thats exactly what we did. We leisurely got ready and got to the beach at about one. We spend all afternoon just lounging around in the sand, and playing in the water (which wasn't quite warm enough to be playing in yet).
Mallorca is beautiful. The water is so clear that I could see each and every one of my toes when I was in waist deep water, it sparkles wonderfully in the sun, and looks just like paradise. Probably because it is. We found a great little cove right next to our hotel, but decided to save that one for tomorrow and headed to the regular beach instead.
After we got home from the beach we went to the grocery store and bought pasta and dinner makings instead of going out to dinner. It was SO nice to make our own food for once. Not that I don't love living with Dioni, who does everything for me, but its definitely strange. I'm starting to miss doing things like the dishes.. and when and what I want to eat. The culture in Spain is just so drastically different than the US that sometimes it still throws me for a loop. Like the fact that "kids" live with their parents until they are about thirty, the average age for a first job is 25, and its not uncommon for their moms to do their laundry, cook for them, and clean their rooms until they move out.
Anyway, we made our own dinner, had a small party in our hotel room in the process and watched movies! very successful day!
Mallorca is beautiful. The water is so clear that I could see each and every one of my toes when I was in waist deep water, it sparkles wonderfully in the sun, and looks just like paradise. Probably because it is. We found a great little cove right next to our hotel, but decided to save that one for tomorrow and headed to the regular beach instead.
After we got home from the beach we went to the grocery store and bought pasta and dinner makings instead of going out to dinner. It was SO nice to make our own food for once. Not that I don't love living with Dioni, who does everything for me, but its definitely strange. I'm starting to miss doing things like the dishes.. and when and what I want to eat. The culture in Spain is just so drastically different than the US that sometimes it still throws me for a loop. Like the fact that "kids" live with their parents until they are about thirty, the average age for a first job is 25, and its not uncommon for their moms to do their laundry, cook for them, and clean their rooms until they move out.
Anyway, we made our own dinner, had a small party in our hotel room in the process and watched movies! very successful day!
Picture of the day 1: The cove next to our hotel!
Picture of the day 2:
"what are you going to swim in?"
"my duh-duh duh-duh"
"your what..?"
"my DUH-DUH DUH-DUH"
-Blue Crush (my inspiration in this picture.)
Picture of the day 3: Dinner party for four
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