You don’t go to Mallorca in late October for skinny-dipping in the sea. Or for wearing nothing but a short dress and your heels for a night out clubbing. At least not when you are in your thirties and recovering from a cold 🙂
And still we went. Two girls, never too old and never too far away to forget each other. Desperate for sun, blue skies, crystal clear water, delicious tapas and vino tinto. And for each others company.
I haven’t been to Mallorca in almost 30 years. My childhood memories are very vague. I just remember getting lost in a holiday resort after hanging out with my summer friends at the playground. And not crossing the sandy beach for a swim in the sea, because I was afraid of weirdly shaped blossoms on the ground. So for me, it was easy now to cherish the beautiful sides of the island and honor the amazing architecture and often wild beauty of natural beaches along the South coast. Without fighting off pictures from an always drunk Ballermann and Magaluf crowd in the back of my mind.
So would I go again? Yes! Si, que si! Not only did I get to get enough sleep in a long, long time, but I also spent precious time with a wonderful, caring, smart and funny friend that I miss too often too much. Mi mono, this is for you! Gracias por tu amistad!
