trip to Spain.....
....yes, Mallorca, that island Germans love to invade..and the British too .And you can tell them easyly apart, the Germans are the ones roasting like grilled chickens ,the British sitting paleskinned under sunumbrellas at the pool. But lets start from the beginning. Reason for our little trip our 60th wedding anniversary. Amazing that we still love each other - our way! lol...never mind! Again, like at our last trip, the taxi put us out at the wrong gate and since we were early on account of the strike situation from two airlines we were not so sure if we would leave at all.Since this time we had to drag the luggie along we had booked carrier service but of course the guys were not available yet. So I deposited Fred and our baggage and went hunting for them at the airport milling with hundreds of people...first day of fall school holidays and all of Germany must have decided to travel! well ,found them and then I had to take luggie and seperate batteries to a special check-in, then we had to organize handicap service for hubby,because he is unable to walk even a few meters.Finally we were seated in our plane which left with just a little delay and upon arrival in Spain we were supposed to be taken out of the plane with a lift, which left us sitting cold. We had the pleasure to watch the cleaning staff and the change of crews, no lift! and the plane could not leave before they got rid of us. On top of that we were afraid our limo service would have left and our bags and luggie ended up in lost and found. Finally the device showed up and took us on an airport sightseeing tour. Hubby had the brilliant idea to phone the hotel to tell them to hold the limousine. Our bags and luggie still were turning lonely tours on the belt. But the arrival at the hotel really made up for all the mishap, a beautiful place
ventured to Soller Port by shuttle, bought a perfect bag for the battery since the airline broke the case it had been packed togther with the charger and the cable..luckily the things did not get lost! we ate lunch at a little harbour restaurant where Fred orderd a dish he then claimed it was not what he ordered. Bought a straw hat, the absolute guaranty that the nice weather will be over. Had a pretty cold swim in the infinity pool and then we had our first tapa meal...absolutely to be recommended. But we dined inside,the nights are getting kind of chilly.
we are very lazy, actually I am waiting for the sun to come out, we had a very heavy rainfall, but in contrary to home it does not hold. So later on for a swim in the infinity pool! I took quite some pics of the hotel and the view.
One of my "do it yourself" days. Went with the tram to Soller. If you take the train,which is also old open waggons you can drive all the way to Palma..But I did ot want to leave Herr H. for such a longtime, so I went to Soller,just to get the hang of the ride. ....very picturesqe! a valley with little villages,lush gardens full of orange lemon and olive trees. Went to a little museum presenting Picasso and Miro exhibits, quite nice, Then I visited the cathedral, which is quite impresssive,but I liked the small church here at Soller Port better. Coming back I ran all over the port looking for a taxi stand, since the shuttle only ran two hours later.found one finally..puh! Treated myself to some spa, very relaxing! At nite we ate at the soushi lounge here at the hotel.
Spa galore! Herr H. complained that he was stuck in the room all day.Own fault I would say if one is too sluggish to take a little initiative. We booked a table at one of the harbour restaurants, Called NuNu
the sea is very rough. a pleasure cruise, quite a big boot , gave it a try, we watched it from our balcony having arough ride in the surf and then giving up and returning to the harbour with probably mostly puking passengers.
so now I will treat myself to the spa for a last time and then I will have to pack two bags with stuff,of which we at most used 2/3.