It’s been a rather nice time here in Mallorca for Easter. We fell into the gentle rhythm of the gigantic tourist machine here - my daughter calling them terrorists instead of tourists rang a bell when we drove through Algaida - give or take a g one could see references to dodgy stuff. Whatever. We had a great time swimming in the cold sea and hotel pool and enjoying the sumptuous breakfasts and evening meals, with nice warm weather compared to the eternal winter of Germany. Yes, it was good to get away from the old rut for a while and luxuriate in the joy of pure being. The visit to the cave was fine – the descent into the bowels of the earth for a sun et lumiere amid the stalactites. Subtle differences compared to Tenerife, the only other package holiday we were on – e.g. no giant volcano in centre. But here too the hotel was indeed family oriented, in a secluded cove far from the madding crown of the honky-tonk side of tourism.

Then the daughters had a great time and D1 made friends with another 12-yr old – we may meet up later, in the time honoured tradition of holiday friendships. It was almost synchronicities that we kept meeting up wit that other family, whose agenda matched ours to an uncanny degree – they took a horse & carriage trip, and we did. We went to C&A just as they were there – we just missed them in the cave etc.