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Mallorca day five & six: Camp de Mar

Camp de Mar is a lovely beach here on Mallorca, and I’m feeling lazy so I’ll give a pro’s and con’s list. Everyone likes a good pro’s and con’s list.


  • The water is amazing, and that’s kind of the most important thing, right? As the Russian sayings go–it is like swimming in steamed milk.
  • There is a tiny bridge that separates the beaches in half that leads to a casual cafe on its own island. They serve the best seafood paella. Food with a gorgeous view of the beach.
  • There are tons of close hotels nearby if you really love Camp de Mar, although we didn’t stay at them sadly.


  • There are just crowds upon crowds of people, but obviously for good reason–a great beach.
  • Apparently, the fish bite, and it’s a little pestering to have to keep swimming or risk being a little chew toy for some guppies.
  • If you are completely pale like me, there will be some issues with shade. They have tons of straw umbrellas, and stuff for sale but, again, it’s crowded and the umbrellas are fairly small so I had to move around a lot with the sun.

It was an adventure worth having–a beautiful beach every Mallorcan tourist should try out for some sun, food, and Mediterranean water.



Snowmobiling through Yellowstone

Yellowstone! What a magical place.

It may be my second favorite park right after Yosemite (post soon to come), but I must admit that Yosemite doesn’t have that same mystery about it, a sort of cryptic allure.

We went during the holiday-time while vacationing, skiing, and hot cocoa sipping in Wyoming out of all the places. A bus picked us up along with a little boy, his father, two elderly women, and an elderly man. What a party, right? It was way too early for my owl brain to even begin to function. We got to the station right at sunrise, and I realized…I’ve never seen one before. Maybe it was the crispy cold air, but my cheeks turned red as I realized how pitiful it is that I lay in bed everyday dozing off last Friday night while this beauty happens everyday. I shake it off–not every sunrise has soft white mountains and a lonely lamppost in its scenic foreground.

The tour guide gave us giant helmets, giant boots, and, worst of all, giant jumpsuits. Everyone looks about as fashionable as a swamp-farmer. However, once we got our snowmobiles (which, by the way, we had to do by taking another stop on the car), I am very thankful for my attire, because we are facing 50mph winds in the dead of a Wyoming winter and I could not be cozier.

The Bison herds, the steaming sulfur caldrons, and the piles of untouched snow (one of my brothers actually face-planted into 7 feet of snow) created a quiet, frozen land that we seemed to be intruding upon with our roaring snowmobiles. But no snow mobile mewing could ever compare to the roar of Old Faithful–the most famous geyser in Yellowstone. I didn’t get a good shot because of the cloudy day in the background, but I can attest to the fact that Old Faithful can live up to its glory.

Now if I could only visit during the Summer!