Well, lets say that the day started very calmly…did not even get out of bed til 10, and was ready by 12… The Hostel owners had organised my ride with on of the chaps who work there…when I got in the car he had some leb music on and then he was fiddling to change it and I asked him not to worry about it and he can keep it. This started another conversation and I found out that his name is Maured, (I think) he is originally from Syria and been living in Spain for 4 years. He has 3 brothers and none live in Syria, but he was worried about his parents getting old and living on their own so he wanted to know how he would get back there.
So this driver of mine was a chap that spoke English, Arabic, French, Spanish and Portuguese…oh and he is a dentist and working as a lackey in a Hostel it begs a question really of when will the world be unified in educating and accepting everyone to be equal? No matter…
Ok I got to the airport and still frustrates me the lack of WIFI in European airports??? Another stupid thing I did was locked my SIM and left the PUK code which meant a very challenging situation when I am getting picked up at the airport and have no means of contact…Thankfully, I am old enough to remember pay public phones and somewhat managed to use one…
Incidentally, Majorca’s airport is twice as big as Sydney’s international airport…in fact it could be 3 times as big so its no mean feat to understand where you are and explain it when most people don’t speak allot of English and I am dim wit that does not speak any Spanish (here is another mental note) learn more languages…more on that to follow.
I am greeted by three beautiful Senoritas (and I was politely corrected when I had faux pas and called her Senora) so stuck to English from there on. Lets just say that a random chat on a bus in Dublin leads to me meeting so many people in Majorca (which was not even on the travel chart…is amazing to say the least.
I am gob smacked by the hospitality and trust that these young ladies have provided me…They picked me up from the airport and sorry to lay the boot but this gesture alone neither of my partner/spouse/defacto EVER bothered to offer…In saying that I have great friends who simply did that and I adore my friends who dis this for me as I think it’s the nicest gesture…so you can imagine when really complete strangers do that especially when we had no means to communicate it was frustrating for all involved…
http://www.palmademallorca.es/IMI/PORTAL/PRD/floc_d4_v1.jsp?tipo=1&agrupacion=3&contenido=949&nivel=1400&language=en
They drove me around town…taking in the sites and photo opportunities…
http://www.mallorcawebsite.com/balearik/Cathedrali.html
Organised dinners with friends and families and its an experience that will live with me for a long time…
The rest of the evening was filled with laughter and lots of Spanish terms…and not forgetting the Italian in the mix as well. So here is what I am trying to recall “ques de le Primo est al Rimo” not even sure what it means…will be sure to check in and perhaps the Spanish motley crew care to comment or quite possibly correct it. The night started with Dinner and drinks and ended with dancing in a Jazz bar which was super cool
http://www.jazzvoyeurfestival.com/index.php
…you really quite easily can see why Christopher Skase never wanted to leave Majorca for Melbourne (more appropriately Melbourne Jail)
One last thing as I write this I am watching the rerun of the Royal Wedding in my Hotel room in Valencia. Needless to say, no one was watching it in Majorca.
http://www.officialroyalwedding2011.org/
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