Mallorca, Part 2.5 - Party Dancing Video

Mallorca, Part 2 - Pre-Wedding Party at Martin's!

Tonight, two days before the wedding, we went to Martin's house. Martin is the father of the groom, Mario. Below is a picture of the bride, Alicia and Mario.





I visited the chickens at least 3 times. Here they were given watermelon rinds to eat.

Here is the party spread with Michael and Mariangels

I had fun playing with Berta

Cheers!

Mario and Alicia dancing

This is Paco, the groom's uncle. Julie -- Daddy wants you to know that the reason there isn't a picture of him on the table is that Paco broke his leg and he was the one who brought the party 5 years ago to body slamming and table riding. Paco actually broke his leg tripping over a bull at the bachelor party for Mario.

This is Martin in his new bodega built underground. The bodega has a kitchen, a lot of wine (of course) and enough room for many people to sit down to eat.

Martin, Daddy and Michael

In the bodega, this is Martin's sign....a response to his wife's sign below

This is Hemelina's sign (Hemelina is Martin's wife and mother to Mario, the groom). It says in Spanish, "I smoke because I can" (not the literal translation).

Berta with her Mommy getting a little tired.

Hemelina, the groom's mom, with her 91 year old mother.

Hemelina and Martin dancing

Smooch by Mommy and Daddy at the end of a fun evening

Mallorca, Part I - Cortado, Plane/Bus, Spanish Picnic and Swimming

This morning, we had to leave Barcelona (sounds like punishment?) to go to Mallorca. Both places are amazing, so really no complaints here. We stopped for a quick "cortado" (Spanish coffee with a little milk) and off we went. We traveled on the plane with Michael and Mariangels and Berta and her Mommy and Daddy. Berta lucked out in coming. Her Mommy and Daddy were going to leave her home with her older brother and sister, but since they took the older brother and sister to Euro Disney the weekend before, she had been very clingy. She didn't want them to leave her, so off she went with us. Lucky me! (Note to self: use this manipulative behavior in the future if necessary).

Here are Berta and me on the bus from the airplane to the airport.

Ahhhh. Mallorca. We rented a car once we arrived in Mallorca. Only problem was that Michael gave us the hotel brochure but there wasn't an address! Thankfully, Daddy had his GPS and sort of remembered the name of the town. We finally found it, with a little work.

Here we are having a little Spanish picnic on our patio before going swimming.

And, a little after lunch reading.

And, then THE POOL. I love the pool. I kept jumping in off the ledge and rode in my "boat" and this pink raft.