If you haven’t seen the previous post it’s here. Before you start reading: I’m currently having a visit from my partner here in Poland, so this post is way more condensed and shorter (another explanation at the end). However, Ibiza one shall be long and picture-full, so don’t worry. Enjoy!
Before I will jump into the subject: I have quite a big dilemma. The number of pictures I have and things to tell about what happened is too much so I will make four or five parts of this (haven’t decided yet). First one and this one is already up, there will be few more from Mallorca and last one from Ibiza, where we went during our stay. Maybe in between, I will post some other type of post, I will see.
I mentioned previously that I went to Spain, to Palma de Mallorca (also to Ibiza, but this later), and I have quite a lot of material from there, both travel journal and photos. It’s hard to fit 7-8 days in one post, not even in two so I will divide it into parts. This is the beginning. Enjoy!
We’re living in an era that’s completely possible to live your entire life in one small or big city, without leaving its borders. But why some of us refuse that facilitation and decide to cross the city and our borders?