Her house is straight out of House Hunters International. It is four floors, four bedrooms, five (gigantic) baths, a rooftop terrace, and a beautiful garden with a small pool. It has fantastic heavy wooden front doors (as do seemingly all of the houses in the village) and great archways.
The house is in a small village called Binissalem, a thirty or so minute drive northwest from Palma:
Once we dropped off our bags, we changed for a swim in the municipal pool. One small detail: it was a three-mile, fast-paced run (for M and S)/ride (me on a borrowed bike) uphill. The ride was not a problem, although it brought back a few hangover symptoms. I do not envy M and the run though. That seemed rough. It was nice to get in the pool though. Beautifully blue tiled, seemingly an infinity pool off the hill top. Easily the most beautiful pool I have swam in. Thankfully, what goes up, must go down so the return home was much easier.
Our reward for that exercise was some tasty pizza and wine. We somehow ended up chatting until 1:00 am. Which would not be late if we weren't scheduled to go to the gym at 8:30 the next morning.
Sad to say but the spin class was one of the highlights of the trip. So much energy and enthusiasm. It was a party in there. Great music. Great workout. Extremely attractive instructor. What's not to love? From there, it was back to the pool for another swim.
Our last hours on Mallorca included lunch at the Port, with the delicious Spanish omelet, croquettas and sangria.
From there, we were back to London for a night. It was a rainy day in London, so we took it easy in the morning. Enjoyed our complimentary continental breakfast. Saw the workout suite. We headed back to Heathrow and hung out in the lounge. We actually almost missed our flight back to Chicago because they don't assign gates until essentially boarding time and our gate was four people movers, an elevator, and a train from the lounge. After that excitement, it was a very smooth flight back home.
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