|I think this is Christopher Columbus.|
We were on a tight budget, or should I say I was on a tight budget, my wife shopped like she had all the bucks in the world. She never stopped smiling and you could hear her oohs and aahs from across the street, with frequent shouts of "ANDRE, COME LOOK HERE", my wallet even trembled. Debs needed me and my wallet close at hand and I dare not stray or go away. By this time I had been awake for a total of 19 hours and my judgement was severley impaired with frequent bouts of handing over money taking preference over saying no. We were warned about pickpockets which made me rather paranoid, unecessarily so. I felt a bit like I ws in a flea market in SA as there was a lot of Indian and Chinese traders on the outskirts. The shops were narrow and long with a lot of the same stuff found as you walked around. The ice Cream was divine and breads fresh. The people were smiling and I was so taken aback at the fact that there were no black people in sight.
|Shopping heaven for my wife.|
|And she shopped and shopped........|
|The top of La Rambla|
|Narrow shops, but very long|
The sails were hoisted and off we went. We unpacked our stuff and settled in as we belonged there. Palma de Mallorca, here we come.