Our goal for Mallorca was to simply relax. Since we still hadn't adjusted to the eight hour time difference and after the long trek around Barcelona the previous day, we decided all we really wanted to do was lie on the beach. But before we could roll out the towels, we strolled around a few buildings and even attended part of a religious service held in an old Catholic church. Now we could hit the beach...
The beaches in Spain are topless beaches. After two days of basking on the sand, we decided the mindset must be the less someone wants to see you topless, the more likely you'll be unleashing the ladies for all to see. And this is where the sneer comes in. As Troy slowly panned his gaze across the horizon, with the corners of his lips turned sharply down, he realized there were nothing but chubby, partially clothed grandmas for as far as the eyes could see. Poor Troy didn't realize exactly how much flesh he was going to see. So that's the reason - or is that two reasons?- most of our pictures from Mallorca will stay securely tucked away on our backup drive and never see the light of day.
I seem to have a lot of pictures of Troy checking a map
If it weren't for the centuries-old cathedrals, Mallorca could easily pass for southern California
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