marc owen jones

Missing Mallorca

A fabulous week of sun, sea, swimming pools and paella. I read (a lot), wrote (a little), swam (daily) and ate (too much).

We didn’t switch a TV on once and I almost believe that the kids didn’t miss it after a couple of days.

We stayed in a finca between Algaida and Llucmajor, distanced from humanity, disturbed only by crickets and goats, with the single inconvenience of night time mosquitoes.

We drove around the island singing along to euro-pop and discovered beaches, caves, marinas and water parks.

The girls found retail opportunities and I found local bars.

We didn’t get to any churches or monasteries (at least not the insides), but that was a small sacrifice in the family day trip negotiations.

It all seems such a long time ago.

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