Mallorca
And thus, a new journey begins. We bundled ourselves into the Sabamobile and took off to our private Villa deep within the quiet countryside of Mallorca. As usual, the parents and siblings decided what to do every day while I just coasted along beside them. It was largely uneventful trip, filled with relaxing and peaceful times (except for the thunderstorm that completely flooded my bedroom….. and the time I reached into my pocket and pulled out a scorpion…. and the time that the power went out).
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- The family gets ready to take off in the Sabamobile
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- Night
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- Day
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- “Palma”, Mallorca
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- “Yeyat” and Vieve
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- Mallorcan castle, with a unique step design leading up to the “draw bridge”
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- We have brought you little cakes
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- I bet this territorial view really drives up the castle’s property value.
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- Old stones, new plants
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- The old town of Palma
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- There’s a “better” picture I took after this one, but there isn’t a _better_ picture, if you know what I mean.
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- Door
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- Shade
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- Swoon, don’t swim
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- We explored a cave system complete with dramatic lighting, hundreds of germans and a floating piano
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- The beach in which the Sabas roll up, dump a scorpion into the waves, then high-tail it out of there. Good times
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- This guy was a cheeky little ruminant, grabbing food off of people’s tables. God bless his little satanic heart
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- George loves the fishies
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- Beautiful Restaurants Abound
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- Window
