If you follow me on Instagram you will be very aware of the fact that I just spent 5 days in Mallorca. I am going to break this down day by day so you know exactly what I did. If you think this is boring, skip to the pictures. ENJOY.
Day 1: Sunday
Our flight at 7:25pm. We had to catch a train there, which didn't end up being too bad actually. It took about an hour, and then we had to wait for a shuttle to take us to the actual airport. I am not going to lie, I was quite nervous for this trip. I am not really sure why. And the fact that I had the aisle seat didn't help. And the man next to me was weird and took up more space than he should have. Which sort of just made me claustrophobic. Hence why I prefer the aisle seat. By the time we landed I had already finished half of the book I brought with me. After that we stopped at the toilets which were labelled Lavabos. Which is definitely not one of the words I was told meant bathroom. The men who were at passport control literally did not say a word to me and stamped my passport. I was even prepared with our hotel itinerary in the even they asked where we were staying, but nope. Didn't need it.
Now, we decided to check our bags since everything wouldn't fit into our backpacks for this trip. So, obviously, we needed to get our luggage. Lauren's bag came out...and then I just stood there waiting for mine. After the last people from our flight were leaving there were a few suitcases still going around, and none of them were mine. Did I mention that my phone wasn't working either? I paid for Eurotraveller which was 3 pounds a day to get my phone to work, and it didn't. But, back to my suitcase. I waited there for a few more minutes, but I knew it wasn't coming. Luckily I remembered the Spanish word for suitcase, equipaje. Once I finally found the easyjet counter, I went up to tell the man that my suitcase wasn't there. The man did not speak very much English, and at that point, I was kind of freaking out. So, the conversation went like this...
The man: Hola
Me: Si, hola. Mi equipaje...is not here. Pero, mi amiga equipaje is here *points to ground*
Man: Ahh si si. (He then asked me where I was coming from)
Me: London Luton
Man: Si, did you check number 14. ( yes he decided use real English at this point)
Me: Yes I did.
Man: Oh si si, well I go look.
At this point, he walked away without asking me what the suitcase looked like or my name. So I just stood waiting and it was then that I remembered how to say here in Spanish. I was surprised by how much I understood, even if I couldn't reciprocate. After what felt like forever (mind you it was nearly midnight at this point), he walked back without a suitcase and said his people were looking for it. He made me fill out a sheet saying I lost my luggage anyways.
Finally, his phone rang and he said to go check number 14 again. And then I saw my suitcase and went running towards it. Yes, actual running. It was a stressful twenty minutes.
We had to get a cab to our hotel, which was about twenty minutes away from the airport. That went smoothly. Of course, it was pitch black so we couldn't really see very much. But I was happy about that because London is always so bright. I could actually see the moon.
I've decided to split this up by days. Otherwise this blog post will be so long no one would read it except for my mom.
I've put in pictures of our hotel room at the Europe Playa Marina. Obviously I took these on a different day, but its what your getting here.
My photography skills are outstanding.
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