Mallorca

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Mallorca

Maria Sanchez-Cabezudo, Staff Writer

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Mallorca is an island located in the Mediterranean Sea. An island lost between Spain and the other whole Europe. An island covered with trees, trees of all types, but mainly palm trees, letting this feeling of summer enter your body. An island covered with sea, the most beautiful sea anyone has ever seen; the water is so blue and clear you can see your own reflection in it. Inside the sea you find amazing creatures, all type of colors of fish, octopuses, dolphins, shrimps, star fishes… Whenever you dive inside the sea, you can see how all these amazing animals approach you. They are friendly, they slide by your side as if it was supposed to be a dance, going forward and backwards, following the melody of the waves. An island covered by mountains, mountains which have a form, a face, a unique characteristic. People in Mallorca end up naming these mountains. You touch the rocks of the mountains, and suddenly a soft breeze surrounds your body, letting you be aware of the age that these rocks have, rocks which have been there for centuries, feeling the extreme changes of their outsides.

Mallorca is a wonderful place to be; the sunsets makes you smile, remembering the sunsets makes you happy. Besides all its natural features, the people. The people in Mallorca are the kind of people that without knowing you,  start a conversation with you. You walk down Borne Street, receiving a smile from absolutely everyone you make eye contact with. The people from Mallorca are called as Mallorquins, we are Mallorquins, I am Mallorquin.

Nothing joins us all more than a good party on Friday after school or work. Nothing joins us more than protecting us. We, Mallorquins, protect us all, because we are a big family. Nothing joins us more than spending all our Sundays with our friends and our family in our countryside house, eating Crespells, Panades, una Torradeta or a Paella all day long. What would we be without our Mondays, the Monday mornings where no one reaches work or school in time, the only day of the week we can all forgive, just because it is a Monday, and because we are Mallorquins. Reaching this point of this story about Mallorca, you should start asking the next statement,’ well, it seems as if all joined Mallorquins’. The answer is yes, every party that we have, every Sunday, every Monday, every eye contact led by a warm smile join us.

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