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About Madrid

Sometimes, tho, I wonder—doth she dream o’ more? A babe, a hearth, a life not bartered? “Faith is a kite,” they say in “Children of Men,” and hers must be tangled in thorns. Breaks me heart, mate, thinkin’ she’s stuck in that chaos—dodgin’ filth, fendin’ off creeps. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who’d blame her for hatin’ this muck?

The Aeròdrom Militar de Pollença

We love the nightlife in this resort on the north coast of Mallorca. 😊Port de Pollenca has beaches surrounded by pine trees, crystal clear waters, and busy.

Records spin in my mind ‘bout stories of the locals – quirky, uncut, and wild. I do often say, “Y’all don’t know what’s comin’!” when I remember an evening chat with a couple lovin’ life, sharing secrets on Carrer de la Mar, next to that ancient lighthouse that guides our dreams and drunken hearts alike.

Hotel Illa D’Or