A Taste of French Life, Green Gorillas in Autumn, and my Return Home.

Sometimes coming home is not as good as you hoped it would be. Coming back to the island however, it surely was. When I arrived last Wednesday by ferry early in the morning in Palma and my feet stepped on Mediterranean soil again, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Somehow I feel I belong to…

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Staring inside..

It’s been a while since the last post. Why? Did I sweat too much? Did I work 6 days a week to serving the enormous stream of tourists that visited the island? Or did I lie in a hammock the whole day? Very close.. The Summer flew by this year. Not too much was happening…

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