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06/17/2010

Sunday, June 13th, 2010

What a weekend! Friday was a very, very anticipated day. It was the beginning of our first full weekend in Palma. Every one of us decided we had to kick off the weekend right and go to las discos. We went to Paseo Maritimo, the strip where all the dance clubs are at. After a long time of indecisiveness by the whole party, we decided to go to “B Side”. It is a brand new club that just opened a week prior and you could easily tell. There was absolutely nobody inside. I would have left then and there had I not just paid a ten Euro cover. We all got situated, grabbed a drink, and chilled. Not much time later we were all dancing together and having a great time. Things got crazy!
Aside from the clubs this weekend, we also went to the small, hidden pueblo of Soller. We had to go by train because it’s the only entrance into the city. The train was made of fine madera, I am not sure from what trees, however. The tracks rumbled as the train pushed off from the port, a heavy sound, but it gave off an antique vibe. I felt like I was travelling back in time. As the train progressed, the city digressed. You could see animals and farms, little wells to draw water and fields of grain. As we moved along the track, mountains, lemon trees, and beautiful flowers surrounded us. The smell filled the cabin of the train. We entered the town of Soller, hopped off the train, and hopped on a local train to get to the beach. Much like the other beaches we have seen here, the water was an almost clear blue. The skies were cloudless, and didn’t tease with a chance of rain. I had forgot to buy a bathing suit, so I went to a tienda de banadores and purchased one. Andrew and I played “paddle-ball” on the beach as the girls tanned, Conrad swam with the dolphin (figuratively), and Aaron was doing God knows what. As more days pass, I learn that Aaron isn’t as introverted as I thought he was in those first days in Palma. We played Frisbee, forming a circle in the water. The girls impressed me, especially Ann.
After the splashing in the water and a serene walk through the quaint little town, we returned home. I was met at the door as Tia was about to leave. She reminded me about Luisa’s birthday, and my book-bag reminded me of all the homework I had to do…I chose to go to the party. It was an interesting experience in itself. There were Cubanos, Madrileños, Chileans, and of course la gente de Palma. Having a good time is an international language; I certainly didn’t need a dictionary to understand this lesson. They ate like kings and queens, plate after plate. There was all kinds of seafood: congrejos, mariscos, camarones, y pescado. The food had an Italian zest to it. Luisa owns an Italian shop and thinks she’s Italian. I see right through it though. I think she even curses in Italian, no lo sé. I said my goodbyes to my new friends only to return home to start the homework I had pushed aside and took a much delayed (and if I say so myself, very much needed) shower.

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