reprise – Majorca
So here we are again in Majorca. Not because George or I are particularly in love with the place but because a couple of the other senior partners in George’s firm actually are. So in love with the place that they have even bought houses here.
Excuse me – Villas.
Anyway, you get the idea. The end result is that the annual firm summer party no longer tries out new and interesting cities each year. Instead, we come to Majorca. At least we moved hotels this year, from one golf resort to another.
Did I mention that other people also have this extreme fascination (although they are not any good) at the Scottish sport of chasing a poor defenseless small ball around with sticks? I can’t be impressed since they don’t even go for fitness; instead choosing to rid around in electric golf carts in their pursuit of the illusive trial of attempting to take said ball, smack it with a stick and have it end up in hole in the ground some 200 meters away.
Whatever.
Last evening was the restaurant fancy dinner. I will post a few pictures once I get the iPhoto data base updated. Meanwhile, let me just say that the starters were ok, the dinner was less than spectacular (what is it with Spanish Chefs having no imagination when it comes to vegetarian cuisine? This was the second night in a row where I was served pasta with a mushroom sauce. Truffles, my friends, are still mushrooms. I love mushrooms but still, vegetarian implies vegetables!).
The deserts were fabulous. So much so that several of us agreed that next time we should just skip the rest and proceed directly to the desert and expresso.
staying at the Dorint Royal Golfresort & Spa
Hope you are having fun in the sun!!
You, of course, know how golf got its name? Well, just in case you don’t…
Those Scots you mentioned in your email, Holly, were wandering around the course hitting the poor defenceless little ball and one asked the other how they could ensure that this sacred time away from the womenfolk could be ensured. Then they decided that the would name their new pasttime GOLF…..
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are you ready….
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gentlemen only ladies forbidden.
And that, my friends, is how the “sport” got its name!!!
Boy, do I miss being there! [Joke]
Too bad. Still Brad and I will keep it on our go-see-at-least-once list.
I think that ball gets its own back by landing in sand, water and long grass!
We just polished off some truffles, but they were hazelnut dark chocolate. Go for the desserts!
It is indeed a giggle that golf is still a “status” activity. Well, at least they are getting vitamin D out of it.
Are they really ‘villa’ quality (complete with wretched excess) or are they actually vacation homes? I hope your weather is ok – better than here, anyway. Is there art to look at/buy? Pools to swim in? I would quite like that right now.