An island south of Barcelona
This story begins on the first day, in which my supervisor and I flew into Palma after a brief stop over in Frankfurt. Please follow me on this journey, full of pictures and hopefully beauty of the island of Mallorca.
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| "Home," for 11 days |
The beach and a power plant, ten minutes apart. It looked like it would be a real "tough," work location. Luckily, we had really great help from Siemens: Roger, Sergio, Konrad, and Marco. We had the weekends off, so the opportunity to explore was abundant.
The first day off was supposed to be a day of exploring, but as fate would have it a bike race intervened. We park in the street, because Europe has not figured out how to provide enough parking spaces at their hotels for their guests (a common theme for the many times I've been there). When we returned from dinner the night before, we noticed that there were reservation signs along the street in various locations. OK, no biggie. We will not park near those signs. Well, it turns out that the whole street was a no-parking zone for the bike race. As a result, our cars (three in total) were towed the next morning. After cornering a police officer that was willing to help, we were directed to the "impound lot." A nice day for a 1.5 mile walk; along the way we even found an English version of the parking reservation sign:
Well isn't that nice. We found the lot and paid the nice officer the towing fees, only to learn that we were at the wrong lot. No worries, another police officer was willing to give us a lift. So, three of us climbed into the back of the cop car and our colleague from Mexico sat in the front. Our colleague and the cop were about the same age, so they were chatting amicably. Turns out they were conniving against the three saps in the back. Yeah, cop cars have back doors that do not open from the inside. Once the panic subsided and the manic cop discovered the e-brake, we actually had fun in the back of "Jim Rockford's," car.
After a few minutes racing through the crowded streets, and confronting a crazed bus driver:
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| The bus driver scratched several cars and decided to "fix," with the help of finger nail polish remover!! |
we were delivered to our rental cars. Exactly 3 blocks from the hotel. Yeah, my thoughts exactly. We were advised by Office Rockford to stay out of town until the bike race ended at 9 PM. Off to Can Picafort...
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| Harbor of Can Picafort |
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| Pillbox and modern art |
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| Sergio the fearless and egger-on-of-police officer |
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Pier
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Sunset over Alcudia
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Next up: Palma
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| Until the next time: Sergio, Konrad, and Marco |
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