... is all we'll be doing this year where Mallorca is concerned. For the past five years we have gone to Mallorca for a week or two during summer. A real luxury, I know. But this year M and I have decided to stay home in Delft. Part of our house is in desperate need of some TLC and DIY so we'll be busy redecorating. Besides that we'll be spending some days on nice outings in the Netherlands where there is plenty to see and do. We live a twenty minute drive from the beach, same distance from Rotterdam and The Hague, and a forty-five minute drive from Amsterdam. We can also go to the centre of Delft or play tennis. No need to get bored then. After last year's holiday we really had to rethink the whole business of going away, which, after all, costs quite a lot of money.
For me personally going on holiday is not all fun. I don't like to admit it (in my dreams I am a fearless globetrotter), but I suffer from homesickness, always feeling a bit on edge and uprooted when I'm away from home. At the same time I love the new smells and sounds of a place - particularly when I'm lying awake at night or when I awaken early in the morning.
There are more contradictions. I love the heat, but I think it's too hot. I love not having to do anything, but it also makes me sluggish and restless. After spending too much time by the poolside even making a cup of tea seems a giant chore, which is quite ridiculous. I enjoy seeing new people, but don't like seeing - for lack of a better word - sluggish tourists burnt to a crisp, eating junk food and being waited on by the locals. I also miss my kitchen and my own food. I miss being able to bake. I miss being active. Hence, for the time being, no more poolside holidays.
That is not to say that Mallorca isn't a beautiful island, which it most certainly is. Funnily enough, I often enjoy the memory of a place more than actually being there (go figure). Here are some photos taken two years ago; for some lazy reason we didn't take any last year which I now of course regret.