Well, Palma de Mallorca is a lovely island! Much nicer than Malta, though that might have something to do with size -- Cala D'or, where I am, is about 60km from the airport, while Malta is (I think) about 20km in diameter. But there are (lots of ) trees here, grass, plants, and it's much cooler and less humid. Overall, while only having been here a day so far, I prefer it :) Sadly I have to go back to Malta for work and life at the moment, so that doesn't count for all that much!
Open mic night "Next up, hoping to win the grand prize this evening of 70 dollars, are, drumroll please, Partners in Rhyme!" The bar-owner frowned at the words on his little introduction card. "Uh, I thought we banned these guys because firstly, they're professionals, and secondly, the police keep coming round everytime they've been in and asking weird questions?" He looked up just in time to see Katto pulling the pin from a gas grenade and Cyril, a mountain of a man with a mournful face and a voice that had lulled hundreds of audiences to sleep and the loss of their jewellery, opening up a hessian sack and beginning a doleful Gregorian chant.
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Well, Palma de Mallorca is a lovely island! Much nicer than Malta, though that might have something to do with size -- Cala D'or, where I am, is about 60km from the airport, while Malta is (I think) about 20km in diameter. But there are (lots of ) trees here, grass, plants, and it's much cooler and less humid. Overall, while only having been here a day so far, I prefer it :)
Sadly I have to go back to Malta for work and life at the moment, so that doesn't count for all that much!
Open mic night
"Next up, hoping to win the grand prize this evening of 70 dollars, are, drumroll please, Partners in Rhyme!" The bar-owner frowned at the words on his little introduction card. "Uh, I thought we banned these guys because firstly, they're professionals, and secondly, the police keep coming round everytime they've been in and asking weird questions?"
He looked up just in time to see Katto pulling the pin from a gas grenade and Cyril, a mountain of a man with a mournful face and a voice that had lulled hundreds of audiences to sleep and the loss of their jewellery, opening up a hessian sack and beginning a doleful Gregorian chant.
Greg - that does sound lovely. I hope you're able to get back there soon!
Hah, an appropriate duo for this prompt. Also I appreciate the grand prize pittance and the bar owners reaction to their presence :)
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