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Postcards from Mallorca #5
It’s Mars’o clock at Alcúdia, and the sky is blue like the ink of an old inkwell. We’ve been greeting the old warrior since a couple of weeks as with it was closest to the Earth on the 30-31 July.

It’s Mars’o clock at Alcúdia, and the sky is blue like the ink of an old inkwell. We’ve been greeting the old warrior since a couple of weeks as with it was closest to the Earth on the 30-31 July.

Nobody would expect to see a running peacock at the bar, approaching the entrance of Drach’s Caves at Porto Cristo.

Day 3. My pronunciation is still the same, but since today’s class my mind started to mix some Catalan words with Spanish.