This last weekend I went to Palma, it's only of the Spanish Islands, but most importantly where my daddy was born! He doesn't remember, he was there only a few months but I guess my older aunt's learned spanish while she was young there. But I think its VERYY different than what it use to be, I'm not even sure if the base is still even in Palma.
My ears didn't pop on the way in, so the first day was not very fun for me. The weather was ok.
We went out one night, it was like a cross between Jersey Shore & Vegas, it was just NOT my scene. There were SOOOO many british people there, it was entertaining for the royal wedding but man it was like a 24 hour party. Not for me.
Dos de Mayo, 2nd of May. That is the street my dad had lived on when he was born there. I couldn't find the house though, but hey we got to the street!
My grandma recommended going to this castle above their old street, it was neat because it actually had a mout (spelling??)
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