Life under Lockdown – The Holiday Part 3

Yes – they’re STILL still there…

What We Did on Our Holidays – Part 3 by 67 and Stopped Counting

It’s not all doom and gloom being totally locked down on the beautiful Mediterranean island of Mallorca. It’s a great place to be. The fact that we came out for a 12 day holiday in March and several weeks later find ourselves still here is a mere by the way.

There are no direct flights home yet but we are giving some thought to a two stage return to Britain via Dusseldorf. Germany, like the Balearics, seems to have got its act together.

So apart from the weekly expedition for food how are we passing the time? Well, I’m glad you asked. We spend a lot of time on our balcony watching the world go by, or not, as the case may be. You might imagine that we are in some bijou, sea-front gem, but we are not. We are in a one-bedroomed apartment, part of a 12-dwelling block that looks out onto three other blocks across the road via a pool and lovely gardens. If we go up on the roof we can see the sea and if we were allowed out, the beach would be a mere three minute walk away. We see a lot from our balcony whilst ostensibly reading our Kindles.

Because it is much quieter you would imagine that nothing happens. Not so. We have two party apartments across from us – one to the left and one to the right.

Yesterday we were serenaded by someone on the left playing CeeLo Green’s “Crazy” at full pelt, whilst the occupier came out onto the balcony in his boxer shorts scratching himself. Quite.

The people on the right rely on pumping up the volume from the car that’s parked on the road underneath their balcony, cranking out some “chunes”. Neither lasts very long to be fair, but it doesn’t half put you off your Ruth Rendall.

There is a chap to the left who comes out on to his balcony and practices his forehand smash, clearly missing his tennis.

We see a family with two medium-sized children. These kids haven’t been allowed out of the house for six weeks and are doing surprisingly well – no fights that we can hear and nobody chucked off the balcony. Their dad goes up on the roof with them and plays football. Yes of course the ball goes over the edge nearly every time. It’s a bit like “Catchpoint” for the unwary pedestrians underneath. I’ll bet their dad doesn’t know that the kids were up there by themselves the other day balancing on the edge of the roof tiles 4 stories up. Yikes!

We have some lovely neighbours across to the right who we believe are from Uruguay. Not sure why we think that. Maybe it’s because the last people who stayed there were from Uruguay. They had a big Uruguayan flag hanging up across their balcony doors during the World Cup and partied hard. Anyway, the current people have a medium sized girl who has done a rainbow picture and they have a big rainbow flag draped across their balcony.

Every night at 8 o’clock we all go out on to the balcony and applaud. They wave to us and shout “Hola!” and we wave and shout back. Then after a minute we all wave again and shout “Hasta proxima!” and go back in. It’s hard core clapping here, every night, with the police cruising the streets with the blues and twos and waving back to everyone. Just Thursday nights would not be enough.

67 and Stopped Counting is a Canadian girl transplanted into Yorkshire, England and loving her retired life with her husband. She has many pastimes including reading, lampwork, jewellery making, pottery and her big love, golf. She enjoys spending time in their Mallorcan hideaway and living the good life. The Spanish call retirement ‘jubilado’ – and I’m sure she will be very ‘jubilado’ when they are able to come home.

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