Pics from Playa de Palma

This is how you sunbathe if you are Isaac.  In the winter, with long sleeves and pants on, and your jacket protecting your face.

Me listening to Murray's warnings about hypothermia again before a swim.

Our Spanish Instructor and cutting the cake at her boyfriend's 70th birthday

For all those people in Boulder, the city of bicycles, that have known Murray for years and wondered why they have never seen her on a bicycle.   It is because you never went to the beach with her, where it is flat with an ocean view.

This was made by a homeless looking beach bum.  It was as tall as I am.  I was astounded, but then I heard his german accent and something clicked.

Our new home

I'm on a boat for the last three weeks of the trip.  Hopefully we will get to take it out on one of those days.  The marina is nice and quiet in winter.  

Freedom to offend

The MurMonster felt compelled to get politically active this weekend so we went to Placa de Cort for the Charlie Hebdo inspired rally.  She is standing on a platform in the second pic.  The platform was setup for the San Sebastian festival later in the evening.  She kept inching up onto the platform and a line of people followed her up there eventually.  I don't get to see her leading the charge too often.  It was fun.

Birthday Pics

For her birthday Murray got some black clingy stuff that is hard to find in the states.  We also rented a car and drove out to Valldemossa.  She wanted to see the Chopin - George Sands Museum where the two stayed a winter in 1839 even though she never read George Sands and the two of us have probably only listened collectively to a half dozen Chopin works in our lives.  It was nice though.  And it was her birthday.

We don't intend to hurt the ones we care about

The problem lay with expectations.  Behind the cupboard door in the picture, is a bag of Lund, white and mint chocolate balls.  I approached the cabinet three times, and each time the MurMonster thought "Oh he has come to give me a kiss on my birthday."

Then she figured out I was after a different kind of sugar.  Yet another case of unknown and unmet expectations.  The buddah claimed attachment is at the heart of our suffering, I think perhaps unvoiced expectations give attachments a run for their money.  To her credit she did explain to me why it had become so annoying to be sitting next to my where I keep my stash.  I don't think I would have ever figured it out on my own.

Swan Lake

We went to see the Moscow Ballet do Swan Lake tonight.  I thought the dancing, especially the jester, was great.  Murray though the dancers ought to move together more.  It was a good thing I looked up the story before I went.  Not just because my spanish is so limited, but the program was in Mallorquin not Spanish.  Mallorquin is closer to French than Spanish, kind of like Catalan.  But the big bummer was they didn't have a live orchestra.   One of the big reasons I wanted to go is that I really like Tchaikovsky.  Swan Lake was one of the first three classical CDs I bought as a teen.

But the bathrooms at the auditorium were impressive.  Didn't really make up for the music though.

The beginning of the end

I bought our plane tickets back.  We drift back into Colorado at 9:10PM Feb 1st.  The MurMonster doesn't want to look at the flight details.  Even though it is a month away, she doesn't want to think about the trip ending.

We start spanish lessons tomorrow morning.  I tried to get us practicing together at a regular time each evening, but let her talk me out of it on the fourth night.  So we are getting professional help. Something every couple needs at some point.