It is a litany of small airlines and Charter Agencies: Air Berlin, Tui, Thomas cook, Ryan Air, Condor all lined up and disgorging their passengers into the sunshine and bright lights of the Mallorca airport. That does not mean that there are not regular flights from Swiss Air, Lufthansa or British Airways – just that those staid elders are more than out numbered by the upstarts. Waiting for luggage surrounded by polyglot is nothing compared to have your eyes seared from the contrasting colors and logos of competing tour agencies in the main arrivals hall. Booth after booth is armed with smiling individuals flashing sparkling white teeth, greeting you to paradise and ready to march you out to the vacation of their dreams. Outside, rank upon rank of tour buses are flocked together like parrots with storage wings expanded to accept those who have just finished flights.
I had been booked for a window seat but had moved to the isle on a whim when checking in on line. Turned out to be an error on my part. The afternoon was bright and clear throwing the stony edges of the islands ridges into sharp relief. I will make sure to get photos on the way out – it still should be quite light on the 3rd when we leave.
Not having a clue as to where we would find the hotel – or which bus would get us there – I splurged on a taxi. Turned out to be a good thing. Hotel was booked by George. He said it was right near the harbor and he is right. I should have know – after all – we have two houses, right? Perched on hills they are, one in Heidelberg and the other in Berkeley. Why would it occur to me that the hotel would be easily accessible by something other than a mountain goat or wheeled vehicle?
In his defense, I don’t think he stayed here – I think he just booked it over the internet because it offered one of his favorite statements “a view.” You think I would have learned by now? Anyway, the taxi driver knew where it was and she dropped us right at the door. Could have taken the bus, then dragged self, backpack and wheelie suitcase up the hill…. no, I don’t think so either.
The Mole went out for a hike to scout the area and has found some dinner possibilities all of which are downhill. The hike back should be good for us.