Iberostar Playa de Muro Puerto Alcudia

... d'avoir des balancoires ou des sets de patio, il y a des boeufs, c'est pour cela la senteur... J'ai vu a quelques reprises des monsieurs qui promenaient ses boeufs, un peu comme j'avais vu des bergers avec ses moutons auparavant. D'ailleurs, une fois, le monsieur avait beaucoup de difficulte a amener ses boeufs ou il voulait, ils ne voulaient pas cooperer. Une auto avec 2 gars est arrete pour essayer de l'aider mais c'etait pas mal complique leur ...

... their cameras and started snapping pictures. Then we walked to a plaza called La Puerta del Sol. It´s where many roads come together and stop being roads for cars and start being pedestrian walkways. There are people there at all hours of the day and night. It´s loaded with shops and cafes. They all had lunch on their own but stayed together in a large group. Well, have you ever had to please 12 teenagers? They sat down ...

... Dead? Working? In the city square passing the time with the other local men? At the bar drinking and chatting up their friends? It´s hard to know. By the way, wine isn´t considered an alcoholic drink as it is in the U.S., but just another beverage to be enjoyed at all times of the day and night. I´ll drink to that! Okay, time to talk about a few interesting pilgrims we have seen. Today it was ...

... soaking up what Spain has to offer. As we headed back to "the ´burbs" we stopped in at a tiny local supermarket to get some food for dinner (or more importantly, cereal for Marc!) Friday rolled around and it was time for us to experience yet another City sightseeing tour bus! It was a very extensive tour and lasted for almost two hours taking us past many of the sites we wouldn´t necessarily have seen otherwise (although it was also a bit strange as it neglected some of the main ...

1 month, 27 days in the Jungle and a black whole of Euro has erupted. More travels under my belt and more on the way- last weekend we went to Madrid. Pretty cool actually it's a humongous city, after the 8 hour bus ride there we arrive completely whacked out and simply walk around. The streets are vibrant, classy and old. The first night we go to this club called Capital, 7 floors, ridiculous music, unreal place. My guy Kyke hooked it up with a few tables ...

... Nachtclub, dann noch mehr Strand und eine grandiose Samstag-Nacht-Party. Dazwischen ein bisschen Wandern in Rom und Shoppen in Paris. Dann aber noch ein Glas Sekt auf dem Rückflug von Paris nach Barcelona, und Landung fast wie "Zu Hause". Und wenn man nicht in der Europäischen Union lebt, sondern in einer Stadt, 95 Prozent deren Einwohner "Lebensqualität" für eine ansteckende Krankheit halten, dann kommt ...

... décor in the metro, traffic jams, and completely non-covert drug deals. Designer purses and fur coats in El Corte Ingles (like Bloomingdales on crack) might also give it away....Actually, I was walking in El Retiro, (Madrid's Central Park) on a Monday afternoon and two different guys tried to offer me drugs-this was in broad daylight. I was pretty sketched out. Madrid is pretty international, too. I've heard lots of languages on the metro, including Brazilian ...

... up at 3am to watch a game, and even though I was young, I begged my Dad to wake me up...and he did each time. We would both be watching the games in our pijamas and then back to sleep for a few more hours. The first Argentine goal was made at 6 minutes of the match. The bar roared with cheers and shouting and clapping. Argentina made 6 goals (7 if the idiot judge hadn't penalized Crespo) all of which ...

... takes out a pair of large siscors and offers to cut my hair. I am scared. He says he could use them to stab chicas till they **** him...Jesus Christ help me. Lady luck has abandoned me, my mum will kill me if this guy murders me this morning. It was fine. He ****** off and I got the bus to the airport. Just another example of life telling me how terrible Valencia men are. And how precious life is. A crack head could come and take it away from u any day. You've gotta grab the ...

... the two men at the desk. In hindsight, I maybe should have approached it a little differently - they were a little offended at the suggestion that it had been stolen from my room, and said in 90 years they'd never had a problem, and they recommend leaving passports at the hostal; Dad said there's a first time for everything. They were reluctant to believe that it could have happened, but in spite of that were very helpful in providing information ...