The Mallorcan Diary: Pt II.

So, we start our holiday and the first port of call on the 'package holiday' is usually the welcome meeting with the holiday rep.




Usually at these meetings they do give you some useful information like where the supermarket, beach, bars are as well as telling you to not, under any circumstances, drink the water but mainly, they are to try and flog you the various excursions or "experiences" as Tui call them. The rep was quite a friendly Welsh woman who at first seemed pretty disappointed that only 6 people turned up, four of them being our family. That said, she must have been celebrating a bumber commission once we started filling out the booking form do go on the 'Son Amar' and 'Pirates' trips - more on those in a later diary.

Anyway, after that we headed to the beach front. As we'd just landed only a few hours previous, the gear was still in suitcases so we were on purely a 'fact-finding' tour.

Eventually, we looked for lunch and found this beachside bar. Now unlike your typical ignorant bald-headed, tatoo-laden, England football wearing tourist, we tried to sample a little bit of Spanish culture. Wherever we can, we try and use a bit of Spanish, mainly in bars and resteraunts. It's a simple language to pick up and it's much more polite than pointing to a menu and making a series of inaudable grunts at the waiter.
It's just my dad has trouble with numbers, in particualar "dos" and "doce", Spanish for "2" and "12" respectively.
So the waiter was a little taken aback when a family of four asked for two toasted sandwiches and twelve cheeseburgers. Only my quick-thinking prevented a fairly hefty bill and four bloated stomachs!

More diaries coming soon....