BrusselsNannyy Diaries: My 3 Favorite "S" Words: Sun, Sand and Sea (Part 3 of 3)

Mallorca! (Part 3)

Day 3:

On the third day we did a Safari tour with the boys. They loved looking at all the animals, but personally it made me kind of sad. The place was kind of fun down and barren, and the animals didn’t seem happy to me…but what do I know? I have no idea what a happy hippo or a content wildebeest looks like.

Well, here are some pictures I took for you to enjoy :)

Ostrich! (Der Strauss!!)

Uh oh...I can already see how this is gunna turn out

Felix is starting young..it's never too early to start practicing!

Vero and Mr. Rhino

Oh hey!

ZEBRA!!!!

He loves driving!

A real serious Safari guide right here.

They warned us to close our windows when the monkeys came around...

now I understand why.

Monkeys ATTACK!!!

Baby goat meets baby human :)

Niki is elephant caca:)

KANGAROO!!! (inside joke, sorry)

Niki was so funny. We passed a cactus and he said, “Kuck mal! Ein Cacakuss!” (which basically, is not a word for cactus, it is the word for poop in German (caca) and kiss (kuss).. I don’t think he realized that he was pronouncing it wrong though.

Later we had lunch in Porto Cristo. The restaurant was right on the port, which lots of big sailboats at the docks. While walking along the boardwalk, we came across a little, maybe 5 year-old, Spanish boy fishing with his dad. He pulled his rod out of the water, pulled the small silver fish off the hook an threw it on the dock. He carefully put down the rod, picked up the fish again, looked at it a bit, then threw it back in the water. He was like a pro fisher, and he was 5. I’m sorry, but Niki is 5 and he is still scared of cats and goats. We have to work on him.

Nothing like fresh fish in Mallorca.

My favorite Austrian trying to eat like a fat ass American..

That evening, Vero and I went Spazerien with the boys (a walk). We walked along the rocky cliffs, picked palm fruit (these small yellow fruits/nut looking things that grow on the palm trees. These are what palm oil is made from). Jonas filled his pants pockets with them, convinced that we could make the oil at home. I had a feeling the oil making process is pretty difficult, but I didn’t want to discourage him so I let him go ahead and pick them :)

Niki :)

Path along ocean

We came across a big fence dividing the resort we had wandered onto from the street. We wanted to get over, and the fence was pretty easy to climb. However, Niki was too scared. As we were standing there, trying to figure out a way to get Niki over (or under) the fence, a group of Spanish back-packers came along, trying to do the same thing—hop the fence. When they heard that we were speaking German, one of the men immediately started speaking German to us. It was actually very good German, but with a strong Spanish accent. It was so strange to hear a Spanish person speak German so well… Finally, Niki found a hole to climb through, and we all made it to the other side. We walked to another beach. By then it was getting very dark. I could see a lighthouse in the distance, and Jonas taught me the word for it in German—Lichtturm.

We slowly made out way over the rocky cliffs back home in the dark. Thank god the rocks were white, or otherwise I would have fell flat on my face. Niki held my hand to help guide me, he was so proud that he could see well in the dark and help me out.

Later, me and Vero were talking about how we wanted to go to Ibiza for the foam parties there. The boys heard us and yelled in unison: PHONE PARTY!!! Oh jeez…

Day 4:

The 4^th day we had beautiful sunny weather. Oli allowed Vero and I to have the morning to ourselves, so we went to the beach and I finally got myself into the very cold water. It felt so nice to float in the salty ocean. There were little silver fish swimming around me, the water was so clear I could see everything. We did cartwheels and splits on the beach, and met some German girls who took these pictures:

Later, the boys came to the beach and we watched them while Oli went for a run. Little Felix looked so cute with his beach hat, and I think he liked the sand, even though it kept getting all over his face.

So cute in his little blue and white striped beach hat :)

I played a nice game of tag with Niki. I would catch him and twirl him around and “throw” him on the sand. It was actually the first time I really enjoyed myself when playing with him. Honestly, he is usually pretty snotty with me and doesn’t like to play. He acted so much more innocent and childish, laughing and screaming when I caught him. Why can’t he always be like that?