The beginning of December brought yet another “puente” and five days of freedom. I had decided weeks before that I would go to Mallorca to see a good friend of mine whom I taught with in Bangkok, Matt. I had been looking forward to seeing my friend (and the sea!) for days and days…but of course, with my luck, all wasn’t going to go smoothly.
I caught a bus to Madrid, went to the airport, only to find out that my flight to the island had been cancelled due to a strike by the air traffic controllers. So, I was stuck in Madrid. That’s a strange sounding sentence, huh? Stuck in Madrid. Really, that’s not the worst of things. I met up with some friends in the city whom were also stuck in Madrid and we took advantage of the situation by heading to Kapital. Kapital is a crazy club with seven (yes, seven!) floors. Each floor has it’s own theme and you can hop from floor to floor with ease dancing salsa one minute and relaxing in a Miami-esque lounge the next. We stayed out until the sun came up, with no plans for the following day and the knowledge that we wouldn’t be able to catch a plane out just yet.
Awaking in the afternoon, I spent the rest of the day wandering around Madrid with the only thing on my agenda being to print out my boarding pass for my flight to Mallorca for the following day. I wandered in the rain, happy to finally be feeling the spirit of Christmas radiating off the city lights and decorations.
The next day I woke up super early to head to the airport. Sticking with the theme of difficulties and frustration, my flight was delayed about 5 hours. Fiiiiiiinally, I arrived to Mallorca that evening with Matt and his friend awaiting me and hugs and smiles. Whew, I finally made it. Now, let’s get drunk.
Matt, me, and four of his friends stayed in a house in a small town outside Palma. The house was beautifully situated in a valley between stunning mountains. After dinner, we spent the evening talking, playing games, and drinking countless bottles of wine.
The next morning, well….afternoon, I awoke to finally see my surroundings in daylight. Outside my bedroom window was a beautiful mountain range and blue skies saying, “Buenas dias, Courtney. Isn’t this beautiful!?” “Yes!” I thought and put my head in my hands, realizing the outrageous hangover that also awaited me.
We spent the day at a mountain home with breath taking views of the sea. We feasted, drank, playing games, and mingled with new friends. I realized all the frustration of the previous days was well worth it.
We spent out last night in Palma raging. We hopped from bar to club and danced the night away. The next morning I would have to leave the island, my old friend, and my new ones. How short but sweet the whole thing had been.
I headed back to Don Benito with a hangover, good memories, new friends, and a sense of peace after telling all my worries to the sea. The moment I entered Don Benito, the rain fell upon my bus…and I sighed…