Off to the Mediterranean...

Trip Start May 31, 2006
Trip End Ongoing

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Monday, June 19, 2006

After 20 amazing days in Madrid, it was time to get back to our route. Next stop is Palma de Mallorca where we are to work the season until September-October. I must admit I am a little nervous. I heard how seasonal jobs are more stressful, and you have less time to yourself, which was what I was trying to gain back in Buenos Aires, but it is a necessity we have to go through if we want to continue saving up for our travels. With Euros it'll be easier to travel for longer in Asia, as opposed to the devalued Argentine peso.

So we packed our backpacks (all three of them) and with Sophie to help us with the load we said goodbye to my mom. Saying goodbye to the other half of my family here in Spain was just as hard as in Buenos Aires, and we all cried just as much. I assured my mom we were going to take care of each other and after she jokingly threatened Ed to take good care of me, we embraced one last, teary time and we were off to the Metro to Barajas Airport.

We had to find cheap last minute tickets to Palma de Mallorca. We found out that most air companies here don't have last minutes tickets, except one: Air Madrid. We found reasonable tickets for € 74 each. Now the problem was the excess baggage which we had 20 kg's of. They were going to charge us € 3 the extra kilo if we didn't find a way to lose 20 kg's. Fortunately Ed fixed that by using his charm with the guy at the check-in counter who finally agreed to let all of our luggage pass through free of charge. I still can't believe how he managed that, but he did and after an hour of roaming through the airport, we had 5 hours to spare before our plane took off.

We decided to kill those 5 hours by having a drink with Sophie somewhere near the airport. We find a nice park with a bar (in Spain there are more bars than people) where we had some beers and chats.

Finally the time came and after painfully saying goodbye to Sophie, who was very saddened by our parting, we boarded the plane for the 50 minute flight to Palma de Mallorca.

Planes for some reason make me really really sleepy, and I was unable to keep my eyes open through most of the flight. Still feeling sad about saying goodbye to my family I didn't care much for looking at the city night lights from above. I suddenly opened my eyes and we had already landed. Ed had stayed awake through the entire flight and he mentioned how unbelievably short it had felt.

We were the last to get off the plane and our luggage was waiting for us all alone on the already halted luggage belt. Ed's brother, Bernie and his wife Barbie greeted us at the terminal where we loaded Bernie's new car for the long ride to Porto Petro. I regretted it was night time and I would not be able to appreciate the new surroundings and landscapes of this Mediterranean paradise.

Ed and I had previously decided to take a few days before starting to look for work to get to know the island, the people, to get our papers in order, and most importantly, to look for a place to live. So there would be time to view the sea which is what I most looked forward to.
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