Imagine a beautiful Mediterranean island. Sunny, breezy, teeming with sealife/wildlife/nightlife. Imagine the crystal clear sky and pristine white sand beaches. Wish you were there?
So do I.
Welcome to the freeeeezing island of Mallorca. We took an expensive eight hour ferry to get here, and it was SNOWING when we arrived. Snowing. At sea level. In the Mediterranean.
My toes were numb after walking twenty minutes in my awesome (but totally inappropriate) crocs. We could barely muster up enough courage to leave the hostel. Totally retarded.
When we finally did leave, we walked around town a bit and realized that there wasn't much here. Maybe a huge cathedral here and there, but nothing like the postcards they were selling on the ferry.
The ferry was great, btw. It had a huge cafeteria, and a big bar area, and tons of VIP sections. I spent too much on the ticket to spend money on the scrumptious buffet, so I ate a cold spanish potato sandwich instead. Gross. But good. I have mixed feelings about that one.
Anyways, we found a cool English pub for dinner. Got their breakfast special, which was quite filling. And then stayed and hung out with old English men on vacation, screaming and swearing for their soccer teams. Quite entertaining.
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