I think I have officially been to more cities in Spain than in the United States. I guess it makes sense, considering Spain is a wee bit smaller- easier to get from place to place. Matter of fact, its the perfect country to destination-hop. Beaches, big cities, mountains, skiing, fish ports, castles, its got something for everyone. My latest trip happens to be one of the biggest tourist destinations in Spain- the Balearic islands, or more specifically, Mallorca.
Mallorca is the biggest of the islands which comprise the 'autonomous community'. Its a beautiful island, complete with caves and mountains alike, beaches and fishing boats, jet skis, and of course- Germans.
The area I was staying in might as well be called little Germany. The people of Mallorca speak Castilian, Catalan, and probably German. The street my hostel was on: Calle de Berlin. Menus, promoters, signs; everything had German. It was a bit surprising, seeing as French or English is often the second language in Spain, but it was also refreshing. I've always liked the sound of the German language more than overrated, nasal-y French. It really is a beautiful language, and it makes mini golf all the more fun.
The most complex mini golf course I have ever had the pleasure of dominating was in Mallorca. As any lover of the game knows, it always come with frustration. So when you're sitting on a par-3 and its your seventh stroke, listening to the German family behind you commenting as if it was German Sportscenter is quite amusing. Brings a little levity to a grim +4 mark on the score card.
But for the most part, and much to my Spanish teachers disliking, I didn't travel the island very much. It was vacation, and I was content on the beach. If you ever find yourself in Mallorca don't forget to try the local sensation- a beach bucket. Not just any ordinary bucket, this one you don't fill with sand or salt water, but rather with ice and your favorite fruit beverage! (Or water to stay hydrated in the hot sun). It comes complete with about 15, one meter long straws so you can share with all your friends. 12 liters of fun in the sun- a perfect vacation.
Mallorca is the biggest of the islands which comprise the 'autonomous community'. Its a beautiful island, complete with caves and mountains alike, beaches and fishing boats, jet skis, and of course- Germans.
The area I was staying in might as well be called little Germany. The people of Mallorca speak Castilian, Catalan, and probably German. The street my hostel was on: Calle de Berlin. Menus, promoters, signs; everything had German. It was a bit surprising, seeing as French or English is often the second language in Spain, but it was also refreshing. I've always liked the sound of the German language more than overrated, nasal-y French. It really is a beautiful language, and it makes mini golf all the more fun.
The most complex mini golf course I have ever had the pleasure of dominating was in Mallorca. As any lover of the game knows, it always come with frustration. So when you're sitting on a par-3 and its your seventh stroke, listening to the German family behind you commenting as if it was German Sportscenter is quite amusing. Brings a little levity to a grim +4 mark on the score card.
But for the most part, and much to my Spanish teachers disliking, I didn't travel the island very much. It was vacation, and I was content on the beach. If you ever find yourself in Mallorca don't forget to try the local sensation- a beach bucket. Not just any ordinary bucket, this one you don't fill with sand or salt water, but rather with ice and your favorite fruit beverage! (Or water to stay hydrated in the hot sun). It comes complete with about 15, one meter long straws so you can share with all your friends. 12 liters of fun in the sun- a perfect vacation.
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