Cala Mesquida

Yesterday was a road trip out to the other side of Mallorca.  Marta’s family wanted to take me to this nice non-touristy beach on the eastern side of the island, Cala Mesquida. Marta and I lounged on beach chairs and played in the water with her dad and sister. Her dad is very sweet and goofy, pointing to every mountain or rock in Mallorca to tell me something about its history. “Mira, la Sierra!” “Mira, el Castell de Palma!” He also tries to feed me way too much food, which is why I fell asleep on the car ride home. We had stopped for a gigantic plate of seafood with lemon and allioli. I definitely ate some shellfish, but I couldn’t tell you what kind. I wish I had taken a picture, but we were all too hungry to think about anything but digging in. That night, we went to Natalia and Iris’s apartment to have dinner, dance to popular Spanish songs, and drink pomada, a Mallorquin specialty of Mallorquin gin and frozen lemonade soda. We eventually made it to the beach party of Iris’s couchsurfing friend. We danced in a drum circle and I watched Natalia play with these ribbon things that reminded me of the Humboldt Circus when they came to CZ.