Besides the trip to Ibiza, the best day of the whole stay in Spain. Birthday, beach, city tapas, fancy restaurant. Another fully-packed day. If you haven’t read the previous one, it’s here.
My last days in Norway weren’t spectacular, because my whole stay in Norway was more than amazing. It was just cozy, melancholic and way too sad for me to handle. But it had to happen one day so it did happen. Of course I’m coming back to Norway, but for now, I have to go.
We’re busy. We have work, school, food to cook, clothes to wash. And then we go to bed and we can’t sleep because someone didn’t call us when we wanted. Because we suddenly feel sad at some words we have heard. Then we fall asleep and the cycle goes again.
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.
It’s almost ridiculous how much you can change in one year. Your view on life, relationships, money, religion. Everything can be changed. So did I.
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!