As mentioned earlier, I had the wonderful opportunity of studying abroad in London. Over fall break where many others took that week to travel, my friends and I decided to park ourselves on a beach in Spain. Mallorca – at least at the time – was considered the Cancun of Spain. I’ve never been to Cancun so I don’t have anything to compare it to but let’s just say we did have a good time. We stayed in the seaside resort called Magaluf – also known to locals as Shagaluf. There was no shagging going on but one of us got a tattoo, another a nose piercing, we all rode a bull (mechanical of course), danced, drank and did some topless sunbathing. “When in
Shagaluf Magaluf, right?”
We booked a cheap flight on Easyjet and off we went. It only took 2.5 hours to get there from London. We left in the wee hours of the morning and got there by noon. I have no recollection of the name of the hotel but I can assure you it was a dump. But who cares? We immediately set off for the beach!
We also took in some of the sights. We took a tour that left out of Palma and hopped on a smelly bus full for what we be known as the road from hell. I mean look at this road!!!!!!
Those mountains you see all around are known as the Tramuntana mountain. At that point, I really didn’t care about the damn mountains.Having partied too hard the night before made this an excruciating ride. Thankfully, the ride was worth it as we entered into La Calobra.