Ahhhh, Majorca

Blogging from Hotel Bon Sol in Illetas, Majorca. It's beautiful and it's just one of those places that makes you feel relaxed. The Spanish are not a people in a hurry.

I've come a long way, baby. When we first starting exploring foreign countries, I would get all sorts of stressed when we got lost as strangers in a strange land. But today, we rented a car at the airport and Skip asked to include a navigation system. The woman told him that those didn't work too well here. There are too many new roads. She gave him directions to the town where we are staying and told him, "It's not hard. It is a little island." We got to the town okay, but had to stop at a pharmacy to ask for further directions. The whole thing really didn't bother me. I knew we'd get here eventually. Maybe that was because for the first vacation in a long time, my husband was doing the driving (back on the right side of the road) and I was just along for the ride.

Our hotel s a resort spread out over several stories and even across a road. You actually walk through a tunnel and go under the road to get to the beach.

We got checked in to the hotel just in time for dinner. Lots of fresh produce and fish on the menu. Almost all the other guests here are British. While we were in the dining room Maddie said something that made me laugh. Most followers of this blog know how loudly I can laugh. So when I did, Skip observed the woman at the table across from us say to her husband, "They're American," by way of an explanation for my outburst.

Tomorrow, we plan to explore the beaches and the pools. We have plenty of sunscreen and plan to take full advantage of the warm, sun shiney weather.