Rescue Squad
Trip Start
May 31, 2006
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Trip End
Ongoing
Porto Petro,
Spain
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Bernie and I ended up having to drive down to Palma Airport to pick him up since he was stranded there. The last bus to Porto Petro left unreasonably early and a taxi would cost him more than 70 €. We drove the 1 hour drive into Palma where Ross was relieved, excited and grateful we were there to pick him up.
On the way back I asked Bernie to drive around the city of Palma before heading back to Porto Petro. I had never even seen this city so many people talked about, and while we listened to Ross's crazy stories from Ibiza, I viewed and finally understood why people insisted I visit Palma. It's a gorgeous city. It had a touch of Medieval with a hint of Mediterranean and a pinch of Cosmopolitan. White yachts dominoed side by side in the huge marina, the next bigger and fancier than the last. As the sun dipped into the horizon, the round white lights emerged from the city streets turning the sidewalks into seductive trails of palms and buildings. I decided right there and then that before leaving the island, Ed and I would have to spend a couple nights in Palma to wind down before we hit the road again. It just seemed like such a cool city; a very breezy, relaxing, seaside city made just for people like me.
As Ross showed us the poster where his name appeared next to Judge Jules's and Armin van Doorn's and continued his tales from Ibiza, we headed east back to Porto Petro. As much as I wanted to hang out with Ross, I decided I would stay home that night watching a DVD I bought from a Morrocan guy. I was still a little blue and felt like I needed to be alone and get it out of my system. Ross and Bernie would not have it, so they drove straight to Ross's place where we stayed up all night talking and listening to good music. Ross made sure he was welcomed back in style so he provided the right ingredients for a great evening. At around 3 am Ed appeared, dead tired from work but nonetheless happy to see us all in such festive moods.
We called it a night soon after, and Ed and I walked down the windy streets of this town turned into no-man's-land after midnight. There was such deep silence that our usually silent footsteps pounded and echoed on the sidewalk. If this was a horror movie, we would definitely be the teenage victims lost in a freak ghost town. I wondered how far that was from the truth sometimes....
