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Travel Theme (Multicoloured)

These sugar-sweet Disney coloured pedalos are resting for the night on the Puerto Pollenca beachfront content in the knowledge that more suckers will be along to rent them tomorrow.

Multicoloured, attractive and childlike they look but innocent they are not.

colour me evil (mrscarmichael)
colour me evil (mrscarmichael)

On our first holiday in this corner of paradise many moons ago the Carmichael clan hired one of these beasts and pedaled, full of bliss, out onto the high seas. Well, a few nautical miles into the bay anyway.

Daughters various slid, swam and climbed off and on our transport of choice.

They were having so much fun I decided to join in.


The slide down was easy, the entry to the water elegant and the playful splashing just what the doctor ordered.

However, getting back on board proved to be another story entirely. So entirely it would be fair to say that I could not drag myself out of the h2o at all.

The girls found it funny. Mr C had to pedal twice as hard and me? Well, Yours Truly hung on for dear life as I was dragged kicking and screaming (literally) back to the shallows.

Remind me to tell you about my rescue from the Go Ape safety nets one day soonish.

Other multicoloured entries can be accessed here Where’s my backpack? And my favourite this week is – drumroll….. http://wp.me/pKVAM-kO because I’m now looking up flights to go to Maine because of these shots and also upping my resolve to buy a caravan!!!!!! Thanks Tish, all I need is a bigger bucket list, not.


My Illa d’Or

This was my third time in Puerto Pollenca. The trips span fifteen years and I love Mallorca more every time I visit.

The Carmichael clan has always holidayed in the north east of the island, in Pollenca, its port or very close environs.

The only brief but sharp chicane on this holiday track was a two night stay in Andratx, on the south coast. Here Mr Carmichael and I vowed never again to bow to pre-pubecent pressure and give up the king bed to our daughters while we, the bill payers, languished on a lumpy sofa bed albeit with perfect views of both the sea and the television.

But I digress.

We love Puerto Pollenca and we love where we stayed last week.

I have told you about my favourite gates in the world, haven’t I? They have to feature in my first Mallorcan post.

Here they are 2013 style:

from the INSIDE (mrscarmichael)
from the INSIDE (mrscarmichael)

and further images of these divine doodles can be admired here Normal Service Will Resume…….. and here Weekly Photo Challenge (Geometry). I have a thing about them as you know.

The Illa d’Or Apartments did not let Mrs (or indeed Mr) Carmichael down. Not at all. Not one bit. We lucked out big time getting space, a larger pool than the hotel’s own, the right to lie on the waterfront sun loungers, all the facilities of the hotel, our own micro kitchen where I even cooked (once) and, of course, the gates.

Inside did not disappoint. I stalked the corridors. This is what I found (plus a couple of atmosphere pics free with the interiors):

I am a sucker for colour and here the Carmichael world was clearly colourful.

We also got into our apartment four hours before check in time. Oh yes! Which meant one thing. In clean clothes we were able to enjoy the world’s best pizza

all mine (mrscarmichael)
all mine (mrscarmichael)

and promenade,

pine walk perfection (mrscarmichael)
pine walk perfection (mrscarmichael)

before another clothes change and a pre-prandial at the Gin and Tonic Bar with views to die for.

Are you dead yet?

In fact, as I now remember, we didn’t actually make dinner that first night. After the behemoth of a pizza/pasta combo we dieted on peanuts, olives and wine. Tell me there’s anything wrong with that.

And as the night crept in

lights, camera, inaction (mrscarmichael)
lights, camera, inaction (mrscarmichael)

Carmichael mère and père knew they had struck gold.

Weekly Photo Challenge (Foreshadow)

With some prescience I mentioned Prince Charles’ foreshadowing of his and Diana’s marriage in his comment “Whatever In Love Means” a few posts ago but this morning I’m bringing this baby much closer to home.

I spent a lovely week last July in Puerto Pollenca with Mr Carmichael, Gracie (my long time friend) and her husband, A…….

We rented a house which was, to say the least, oversold in its promotional material in particular the use of a fish eye lens to photograph the pool but we did love the area, Pine Walk, where it was located – ish (certainly not the 100 yards the brochure promised) from the sea.

I took lots of photos I fell deeply for a pair of gates…….

cool huh? (mrscarmichael)
cool huh? (mrscarmichael)

I loved them so much I took a few close ups……..

piscine scene
piscine scene (mrscarmichael)

I loved not only their modernist appearance but because I could see a pool the size of a pool and not a puddle beyond their keypad entry system.

We went to the Illa d’Or’s bar…….

could a bar have a better name? (mrscarmichael)
could a bar have a better name? (mrscarmichael)

“Gin and tonic? Don’t mind if I do, Camarero.”

This month Mr C and I return to PP a deux. This time we shall stay in the Illa d’Or apartments, behind those gates where a pool is a pool, the saunter to the sea is only an inch or so and the G and T’s sweet as…….

May many more of my random photographs foreshadow holidays of the future.

I’ll drink to that thought. Chin chin.

I’m liking the ones with a story this week: