Mallorca?

Been there, done that. Seen the overcrowded beaches, naked breasts and psychotic clubs. Done the pubhoppin' at the rhythm of cheap tequila. Who cared about the sequence of lime, salt and shooting it down...or was it the other way around?

But no, this was really different. This was showing the opposite side of things. And believe me, things always have an opposite side. Sometimes you should just look for it. Sometimes you should be lucky to just bump into it. And sometimes you should listen to people saying that it's worth while a visit. And the latter was definitely the case.

Mallorca is partially the typical party-island, maybe not completely the same way as Ibiza, but let's say we're not far away. The nice thing about this island, is that it has a completely different part in the North. A part not yet affected by the tourists need to bring money so we will easily get rich and who cares about our identity-disease. Still pure sights, still breathable Mediterranean air and still authenticity. And in my opinion, it's all about this. Traveling is experiencing the authentic, unaffected by the color of money, by the wishes of the guests and by the burning desire of getting away from the boredom of daily life. Traveling is about expecting the unexpectable and accepting what you get. Paella and infinite hospitality included.

So let me thank the people who should be tanked. They just showed once again life can be a really nice thing. And even more than that, it showed that this world is still poluted by beautiful people. And that is not only from the outside.

(To Caty, her parents and brother)