Mallorca, Majorca

Ta da -- the second beach we went to, located in a lovely little cove in a nature park. There are no real pictures of the first sun-n-sand spot, as it seems bad form to whip out your camera/iPhone at the nude beach. (And from where would one whip it out?)

Saturday night's sunset and dinner spot. The food was good, the sunset was gorgeous, and there was a girl doing cocaine in the bathroom. Majorca loves to party!
On Sunday, we ventured to El Cap de Formentor, a lighthouse on the very tip of northern Majorca. It was built between 1860 and 1863 -- at that time, the only way up was a mule track, and most of the building materials had to be brought in by sea. Cuh-razy!
Bonus sight: Lighthouse kittens! At least two!
The views in the area are pretty spectacular...
And we spied this little swimming cove on our way back down the mountain:
Up close. Ooooh.
I was impressed with my Spanish! It's been years, but I can still conjure up some useful phrases and have very productive conversations. For example, this to the woman in the lighthouse restaurant: "I have a problem. We are going to the beach, and I forgot the...I don't know the word in Spanish, but the thing you use to open wine." Below is my beach salute to multi-lingualism.
We payed our good fortune forward by giving the wine we couldn't finish to some very appreciative beach bums -- Beach Bum #1 uncorked it with his teeth within 2 seconds of receiving it. International relations!

This weekend turned out to be the tonic needed to cure our Swiss-German blues. We couldn't escape the ubiquitous German tourists (and in fact, Ian was mistaken for one of them by several Spaniards -- are we becoming Burgermeisters?!?!?), but the sun-sand-paella-Spanish attitude combination certainly went a long way towards rejuvenating our European spirits.

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Also, a special shout-out to Norwegian reader Kristin: Happy 17 of May!!! Hope yesterday was great fun in NYC!