Final Destination: Palma de Mallorca!

Today was our last day at Linda’s as we are both onto our next adventure: Morrigan to Puente Genil (near Córdoba) and I to Palma.  Linda made us a delicious meal of squash soup (yes, I got the recipe), tomato and mozzarella salad, bread and cheese.  I forgot about my love affair with Manchengo (or just cheese in general), but it was quickly realized during lunch.  After, we dropped Morrigan off at the train station and Linda and I (and all my luggage) traveled to Madrid Barajas so I could catch my flight to Mallorca.  I am so blessed to have friends like Linda, she was extremely helpful, not only by allowing us to stay with her for a few days, but she showed us around the city, and helped drag my luggage numerous metro/train stops to the airport.  Thank you, Linda! 

I finally get to AirBerlin, say “adios” to Linda and start the bag check process.  AirBerlin says I can only have one checked bag.  Well, seeing as I have two, that’s going to be an issue, isn’t it…  The man at the ticket counter tells me for the other one, I have to pay 150 euros.  Well that’s perfect, I would LOVE to contribute that much money to AirBerlin, thank you for telling me that’s an option!  I try to pay the man, who has now switched to speaking English because I’ve just looked at him completely dumbfounded.  No no, he says, I have to go to a different line where someone else will take my money from me.  I love bureaucracy.  So, I whip out my Visa and try to pay a different woman who says, abbbbbsolutely not, I can only pay in cash.  Of course. Where’s an ATM? 

After I donate to AirBerlin, I find my gate and wait to board the plane.  I’m surrounded by vacationers, Spaniards, Germans, and a man and his wife who look like they just walked out of a Calvin Klein ad.  The husband, whom I was seated next to, was wearing brown, leather boat shoes, whitish-khaki pants, navy braided belt, and light blue yacht-owner looking button down shirt.  The only thing that would’ve completed this gentleman’s outfit is a cable-knit sweater tied loosely around is evenly bronzed shoulders.  He probably had one in his designer carry-on.

I haven’t landed in Palma yet, as our flight has been delayed.  We’re on it, just sitting, not going anywhere.  I will hopefully be in Mallorca by 8:00pm tonight (if this flight decides to get ever off the ground), get a taxi to my hostal, and start apartment hunting tomorrow.  Wish me luck! 

Part Two-just arrived at the hostal in Palma, it’s about 9:30pm.  Got here a little later than expected but I’m safe and have all of my bags which, is good.  I have to hand it to the Germans, once I got over the initial shock of paying for a second bag, I really appreciated their hospitality of the flight.  They had EXCELLENT espresso, which, most of you know I’m a HUGE sucker for, and, they had complementary lemon sandwich cookies.  Extra bonus!  Hopefully I will get some quality time tomorrow to find a place to stay.  There are a couple of groups on Facebook (what would I do without it?) with helpful comments from people that are also looking for apartments or that have found them recently, so that’s encouraging.  I’m still on the fence about living alone versus living with roommates.  On one hand, it would be nice to have someone to talk to and explore the city with, but I also like not having to ask permission if I want to have people over or visitors stay from home.  Maybe I’ll think this over while getting some tapas…  Any suggestions would be appreciated.  Thanks, guys!

Hasa luego,

Kayla