This past weekend, a few of my friends and I flew to the beautiful island of Mallorca to spend time on the beach and in the town. After not sleeping on Friday night to get to the airport very early Saturday morning, we relaxed on the beautiful beach near our hostel and waited for our rooms to be ready. We found some golden arches that I wanted to show my mom (but the food is way different from American McDonald's and the coffee is espresso. They have McPollo instead of McChicken)
After we checked in, we took the Palma bus to the main plaza and toured the shops and cafes. I got to walk around an amazing cathedral that Gaudí helped to create and where many important Mallorcan kings are buried. The cathedral looked like a castle and had a moat around it, here are a few pictures to show how big it was.
Lauren, Taylor, and I split from the other girls because we were starving and spotted an "italian" restaurant that smelled delicious. I order a margherita pizza "con rucola" and we all finished 3 huge homemade plates of pizza.
Unfortunately, I did not take my camera with me on Saturday night so I could not document the delicious halibut dish I ate or the 35 year old Spaniard who kept hitting on my 4'10'' friend Evan. After dinner, though, we happened upon happy hour at a bar down one of the cute, cobblestone side streets and were surprised to hear a lot of patrons speaking English. We soon discovered that the Americans, Australians, and one South African, hanging out there were part of a sailing team that was in Mallorca for a pre-Worlds competition. Their middle-aged/billionaire/tribal-dress-wearing owner, Doug, was buying drinks for everyone and we soon found out that he is a Vanderbilt alumni. Their manager, a young 20 something named Jen, told us we should meet them on Sunday at the Real Club Nautico Palma to swim while the boys had sailing practice and continue on to their private mansion sailing regatta party.
We made sure to do a background check on these people before we set off for our Sunday adventures, and the fun began once we arrived at the yacht club. We swam and hung out with sailors from all over the world, some young and some old, and they were all very excited to be meeting young college girls. After the yacht club, Doug, Jen, my friends, and I stopped at a sports bar on our walk back to their rented private villa and Doug footed the bill for food and drinks. Once we arrived to the amazing house overlooking the docks and water, we showered and began helping with party preparations. There were TWO private chefs in the kitchen, it smelled fantastic, and it tasted even better later on once everyone arrived and dinner began. I don't even eat red meat, but the little hamburgers that the Italian chef, Lorenzo, grilled melted in my mouth. There was seafood linguine, ribs, fresh white fish (very similar to sea bass), a Mediterranean couscous salad, plenty of vino, and more. The 40 or so sailor boys, and few women, were definitely enjoying our being there and probably our dance moves once the private DJ, Manolo, started dropping beats out on the patio.
(My friends with the DJ pre-party)
(Dougie and some of our new sailor friends at the party)
(Sarah pre-party/awesome old Mallorcan party house)
I wish I had more photos of the fiesta, but I was too busy meeting interesting people, eating, dancing, and practicing my español. Needless to say, our Mallorcan weekend was one I will definitely never forget. Our two days were filled with random adventures that probably only happen once in a lifetime...I am so glad we went.
This weekend, if all goes to plan and we can take our final early, we're off to Munich, Germany to celebrate Oktoberfest!!
Love and miss everyone!