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Mallorca – The Start of a New Adventure!

It has been two and a half weeks since G and I touched down on the island of Mallorca, and despite a few hiccups, we are so happy to be here! Our new house is amazing, with all kinds of fruit trees and flowers and a beautiful view over a small vineyard all the way down to the Mediterranean Sea. It is truly our Shangri La.”

Moving to Europe has been an idea simmering for many years now. Before Covid, we had narrowed down our choices to Spain, Portugal or the Italian part of Switzerland. Our main criteria were:

1) weather,

2) affordability

3) quality of life

Last year, when travel restrictions eased up a bit, we decided to spend a longer period of time in Spain, exploring the island of Mallorca. Covid and the political climate in the US had begun to light a fire under our feet. The attraction of the small island off the coast was clear to us: the Mediterranean climate, its accessibility to the continent, the varied landscape with its multitude of outdoor activities, and the outstanding quality of the food and wine. What we weren’t sure of was whether we wanted to live in the capital city (Palma) or in the country (in a finca, which is a rural house with land). We were leaning towards the latter – ok, I was leaning towards the latter, because I’m a country girl at heart. But G had been wanting to try out city life for a while – having everything at your doorstep without having to drive does have its appeal – so I was open to the idea. After all, we did want a change.

The Cathedral in Palma

We started our journey in Palma, the biggest city on the island. With just under one million people, it is home to half the island’s population. There is a charming old town (Casco Antiguo) and first class shopping and dining. The imposing cathedral (La Seu) greets visitors entering the city. It is truly magnificent. And around every corner there is something special to be found.

After a couple of days exploring the city, we drove up to Sóller, a typical old Mediterranean village that sits in a lush valley of orange groves between the mountains and the sea. We stayed in the beautiful Hotel Finca Ca N’ai, a renovated country house with spectacular views of the majestic Tramuntana mountains. From that base, we explored other nearby mountain villages.

Some friends joined us for a week, and we moved into a house in the center of the island to be better situated for sightseeing. From there, we took day trips all over the island. We explored little villages, coastal towns, and more of the mountains.

After our friends left, we went to stay with an old friend of G’s, who lives in the southeastern part of the island on a lovely property surrounded by all kinds of animals: donkeys, parrots, chickadees, chickens, turkeys, cats and dogs. We got a real taste of rural life! What started out as a few days turned into a two-week sojourn. While we were there, we happened upon a house that had been sitting on the market for a couple of years. The moment we saw it, we knew it was the one. As we still had several weeks left to explore, we returned to Palma for a while, then back out to a rural finca hotel, just to be sure.

Fast forward 6 months….and here we are!

In the days since we arrived, we’ve had to deal with no hot water, a washing machine full of rocks, a dead battery on our rental car, a faulty well pump, and one of us testing positive for Covid (which led to us self-quarantining for a week). But the bright side is, we’ve been able to get the house set up and catch up on much needed rest after the crazy last two months … selling and packing up our big house in Savannah and relocating to a condo in Charlotte, followed by our journey to Spain. But in spite of everything, there is no looking back, only forward. We can’t wait to see what the future brings!!

Saucy in Paradise

So, as you can imagine, my posts from now on are going to be all about this new adventure. I hope you will come along!

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Bob Dylan ~ Concert Musings

Bob Dylan

I love Bob Dylan. His voice has always captivated me. And his lyrics – raw, unadulterated poetry. I remember sitting cross-legged in front of the stereo back in college, listening to his music and trying to finesse the start and stop buttons to create cassette tapes with my favorite songs on them.

Bob performed in Savannah recently, at the Johnny Mercer Theater downtown, as part of his “Rough and Rowdy Tour” that runs through 2024. I told G that it will probably be the last time we will see him, as we are moving to Spain in a couple of months. “Thank God,” he said.

There was a guy outside the theater holding a sign that said FALSE PROPHET in big letters with WHO DO YOU SERVE? written underneath. He was shouting at passersby. We arrived at just a few minutes after 8:00 and stopped at the bar to grab a couple of drinks. To our surprise, Bob had already started playing. We have never been to a concert at Johnny Mercer that started on time! We grabbed our drinks and went to find our seats in the darkened auditorium. The usher warned us that photographs and video recordings were ABSOLUTELY FORBIDDEN. “Bob will stop playing,” he said.

Our seats were good ones, but I could barely see Bob’s face and G couldn’t see it at all because there was something on the piano blocking our view. The stage was reminiscent of a cosy lounge, and I whispered to G that it was probably a menu he was using as a prop on the piano.

“It’s a defibrillator,” G said.

“No way,” I laughed. “Look, there’s smoke coming out of the vents to make it seem like a bar.”

“That’s oxygen,” G said.

We settled in to enjoy the show. The band was in top form, and Bob’s vocals were strong. His latest album has some really great, jazzy songs. G was like, “Why isn’t he playing any of his old stuff?”

“Because he’s on a tour for his last album,” I replied.

Right about then, someone walked up the aisle in a green striped shirt and little green derby hat. It was someone we knew. The guy continued to walk up one aisle and down the next one over for several minutes.

“I think he’s lost. He forgot where he was sitting,” I whispered to G.

He stopped to shake hands with a guy sitting a few rows back. On his next turn at the bottom of the aisle, an usher stopped him, probably to tell him to sit down. He reached out to shake her hand. It was hysterical.

When the usher passed by our row, G asked her what was on the piano. She told him it was a defibrillator, and that Bob had asked for it to be put there. People were shouting for him to move it, so they could see him play. He got up a couple of times to stand at a microphone beside the piano, but quickly returned to the bench.

The guy is 80 years old. He obviously doesn’t move well. And he’s concerned about his heart. God bless him. He has continued to put out amazing music, and play the piano. He doesn’t just play the old tunes everybody knows. Why do I love him?

“The answer, my friend, is blowing’ in the wind. The answer is blown’ in the wind.

Go see him if you get the chance. You won’t be disappointed. And by the way, who do you serve? You gotta serve somebody!

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