ipp, dip, dog, doo

Followed all the Germans to Mallorca and ended up at Portals Nous for dinner...serious money there, the question was which boat did I want to take home?

The trip here was remarkably uneventful, no vomiting child (for the first flight in ages) although we did have to put up with maybe half the Air Berlin flight we were on clapping, cheering and whistling on landing. Found the apartment, eventually, after deciphering the directions and asking two residents if we were in the right place!

Tomorrow is a lazy, getting of bearings and laying in stocks & supplies day before the boys start their scuba course at 9am on Tuesday, it might kill off the teen!