or was it Germany? –
If you look carefully you will see that even the signs are in German; but it was actually Mallorca! (Then again when we told French friends that we were going to Spain on holiday and they found we were going to Mallorca, they said “not Spain; the Balearics”; so not quite sure where we were!!)
Except it was Mallorca, but very definitely the German sector. As we arrived at the hotel we were greeted in German; in all the shops we were greeted in German. From the centre of the town you couldn’t see across the terrace to the beach for a huge marquee, where they were busy setting up for “Oktoberfest”.
And so the holiday went; a mixture of good and not so good. The Hotel was lovely
though meal times were strictly regimented – we were told off for remaining too long (just an hour was allowed for meals) at the dinner table. The setting of the town was beautiful;
though I don’t think I’d fancy the beach at the height of the season
The view from our balcony wasn’t too bad – after we’d insisted on a change of room from the smelly basement with no view that they wanted to give us
though it did have the disadvantage of looking out to the side over the kitchen and its extractor ducts
And there were some quite quirky aspects – like the fairground “Hall of Mirrors”; Can you recognise what it really was?
The first few days the weather was good – a walk on the beach and through the town in the morning. Relaxing in the sunshine with a drink by the pool in the afternoon
Then the thunderstorms arrived, and it rained
and it rained
and it rained
Hoping for a little better weather when we head off for Dublin shortly; though an Irish friend has given us a warning about the weather, as well as some useful advice on things to do.
Bob & Marjory