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Indiscriminate, Photography thoughts on August 19th, 2007 by escargot

This will be a graphic summary of what I enjoyed for the last 10 days in the iberian peninsula. My first postcard’s holidays I’d say:

Barcelona:



The city shot from the castle on the top of the Montjuïc hill, also some pictures of the constantly working port, an amazing ant’s nest. The Calatrava Tower also on that hill. Then three pictures of the street where (first pic) “La Pedrera“, a Gaudi’s work, is and on the latest, the reason why I didn’t get to know the building from the inside.
Next some pictures of my brother, his girlfriend and our wanderings in the city, our visit to Roses, a very turistic town near Barcelona, and the -first- beach we visited. You can also see Gatho, the wonderful cat they have and constantly pet (and get scratched by). And a dawn from their balcony.

    Mallorca, Day 1:


The first one is actually the day before, traveling on the ferry to the island. Then our starting on Mallorquin streets and highways, with our drivers on front. The first day we went to a close beach in the north extreme of the isle, we wanted, obviously, something quiet and rather hidden, this was not the case but the long way without car and knowledge of easily reachable beaches made this one a perfect welcome for our ferry-lagged hearts. Was also our snorkel premiere and more precisely, the moment we tasted the blood of that delightful sport, or, rather, underwater sightseeing.

    Mallorca, Day 2:


For the next day, the second one, we decided a farther destination, we went to the east coast of the island, basicly searching for something close to what Saioa, my brother’s girlfriend, visited her last time in Mallorca, a beautiful small beach very difficult to reach and with golden sand. We were in a good roll and this was our jackpot, we found the same Cala (creek) she that time visited. The way was really tough and rough against our bare legs, but the prize is what you see, a tiny cove with few visitors and a wonderful place for our snorkels and our hungry eyes. We brought some snacks and we stayed for a long time in there. That was mostly the day, or the photographable day; you can assume that the rest of the time we ate, drank and enjoyed ourselves to the limit – not the silly clumsy limit, but the relaxing and heartaching one: in the good way.

    Mallorca, Day 3:

This day didn’t start well at all, was the first cloudy day of the trip and we slept just too much, we were tired, yes, but we wanted to start the preparations for the day early, to be on our way to the next beach as soon as possible. We did it anyway and left rather late, but it was ok, since the day wasn’t promising much and the feeling overall was good despite not having done much. We arrived to the place I thought nice the day before and started walking. The way was maybe not so “harmful” for our bodyparts, in the sense that there weren’t any spined plants or scratchy barbs coming out the floor, it was just very damaged and it wasn’t that easy to walk on. The weather was also very windy and I think none of us, at least not me, thought that with that wind there were no chances of swimming or snorkeling at all, but we went anyway. After a while, when the wavy sea was there to be seen and the beach promised to be near I stumbled and one of my feet hit a corner of broken asphalt and the next thing I saw was one of my fingernails ripped off its fleshy cradle. It started to bleed and some small injuries hurted a bit too, it wasn’t that painful, or not as painful as I thought it would be or how one could have read from my brother’s or Saioa’s face, it looked for sure very gruesome. After a while of reasoning my brother went to the beach to search some help, a medkit or at least some scissors to cut the still hanging fingernail and after a while a car drove by and after our questions they helped us with the medkit in the car’s trunk and helped me apply a fast bandage. Afterwards we ate and thought of a plan for the day. We finally decided to go to the closest Health Center, get a proper bandage and then just see what comes up. We ended up having some huge ice cream glasses and then, on our way home, we saw a Go Karts course and we couldn’t avoid my brother’s desires and let him drive a round… long story short, we all ended up racing with eachother and having fun on those highly manouverable and small cars. Was great fun and I’m still thanking my stubborn brother.

    Mallorca, Day 4:


I will avoid going on with details, but it was kinda messy the whole transportation. The ferry company was crappy and the back travel went way slower than what we paid for. But we arrived safely and it was a fun trip, we had our own cabin, we had lots of coupons and the sea was beautiful that day, furious, but beautiful.

A picture says more than thousand words, but rarely seen pictures say thanks. Hereby I thank the ones involved for the great time I had, they already know that, but, as myself getting stupidly injured, saying thanks has no ends.
And for you readers, stand by, because soon I will post another serie of pictures of the travel. From those that don’t need no text. Good night.