Mallorca!

Ah, 100. You came and went so quickly! We have been in Mallorca (101) for almost two days and we have spent most of that time talking about how beautiful and lovely it is. 

Exhibit A, the view from the hotel:

Exhibit B, hydrangeas as big as your head:

Exhibit C, this adorable town:

Exhibit D, this panorama:

We did do some cultural things, mainly a visit to the town, Valldemosa, where Frederic Chopin and George Sand* stayed for a winter. It was supes cutes and totes adorbs!

Here is the church/convent where Chopin lived:

Here is his view:

Here is his piano(!):

Here are the inexplicably tall statues of Chopin and Sand that I'm pretty sure are not original:

And here are the lunch companions he wished he had:

Just for grins, and on a non-Chopin note, here are two classy ladies yukking it up on the Mallorcan streets:

Mallorca, thank you for being beautiful and for becoming my new dream island home.**

-KT

*I hardcore-nerd-prepared for this trip by reading her book, "A Winter in Mallorca," in which Sand describes:

1. How beautiful the island is,

2. How sick and miserable Chopin (though he is never named) was, and,

3. How much she absolutely detested the people of Mallorca and everything that happened to them here. 

If you're ever looking to read some sick 19th-century literary burns, this is the book for you. 

**This dream island home location was previously held by Bermuda and, as always, involves inventing a WonderMop equivalent, winning the lottery, and/or marrying well.***

***Apologies to feminism, of course.