Mallorca seems far from Manchester...

Almost like a dream floating in Annie Land's envagination (envisioning and imagination). Here is what happened on the island before we packed up our treasures and memories and headed home.

Mallorca and its adventures came to an end. No more freedom and fun pirating an ransacking the island.  However, during my last month there I definitely took advantage of my secret reserve of euros for touring, beaching and being wild.  How did the eight of us culturally enlightened Holy Cross juniors maximize our final days? To appropriately pay homage to a year absorbing a new culture and its two languages, we submitted to the island's tourist attractions and hit up entertaining sites.  It involved two rental cars, clubbing with South Americans and Brits, tanning at tens of new beaches and goodbye parties, a night at a seedy hotel, and a concert.  There may have been a brief casino pit stop.