Majorcan Blog No 1

So Family Cooke has decamped to Majorca for a week. We had never been here before, and had heard tales of what appeared to two different places. There was the tacky nasty MaJawKa, that was full of drunken tourists screwing and dancing themselves silly and this green and beautiful Mediterranean refuge. Happily we are firmly ensconced in the latter.

This is as a Spanish place as one could hope to find. Lemon and Avocado trees in the garden, palms and blue, blue skies, hot dry weather, spiky grass and tiles everywhere. It is still strange to me how one can, in matter of a few hours, reek such change in one’s life, at 6am we were in a cold, gray Surrey and two hours latter all of this!

My first major challenge was getting to grips with a new car, manual not auto, whilst driving on the other side of the road and trying to navigate in a place that is utterly unknown to me. This is Change with a capital C. Not good, not bad, just different (as change is really).

That night we wandered into Pollenca; it is a lovely old Spanish town.  We wandered down little allies, stumbled into a magnificent church, painted and decorated in the the most sumptuous manner, and then out into an open square teaming with people, sounds and Life.

We found a lovely little cafe in a quieter area and settled down to a very Spanish meal washed down with sangria. Then back to the square in time to hear a medieval band progress through the square playing bagpipes and drums. A perfect evening in a perfect place.

Sometimes change is just opening yourself to something new, and we are embracing it!   

Tags: travel

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