To change or not to change….

determination, dedication, celebrant, mallorca, spain, binissalem, education, values, ceremonies

This week has been a week of looking within, going within and above all being happy with what I have found there!  It was a week of decision making, not easy and the doubts loomed large but faded gradually into the distance as I made up my mind.

I felt my father’s presence and whilst I am not sure if I got his blessing, I certainly got my mother’s stamp of approval and her good wishes for whatever I was going to decide.  It was a silly thing but also huge.  It was a moment of stubbornness which transformed into determination, although those it impacted on might not see it that way… yet.

I am no longer English language assistant at my local high school.  Why?  Because I refused to get one form and that was the deal breaker if I was to continue.  The one form was not necessary last year when I was employed on the same job.  I had the equivalent form through the Spanish authorities last year and that was deemed more than sufficient for them.  Had I been looking at doing a different job this year, this form might have made sense although it was a form required by the British authorities to whom I had mistakenly applied to continue in the same job.  Confused?  So was I until the end!!

You see, bureaucrats do things differently to sensible people.  They follow orders, don’t seem to question a lack of logic and they certainly aren’t going to look upon people as individuals, oh Lordy no!  If you are a bureaucrat reading this, please tell me how you treat people as individuals because your colleagues referred to me as Dear assistant when they wrote me – and no, I wasn’t their dear!

I could have forked out sixty quid and applied for the ICPC (International Child Protection Certificate) and I could have spent hours working out the addresses of where I had lived 25 years ago in the UK along with the jobs I had back in the late 80s and early 90s.  I could have then spent more on translating the document into Spanish and getting an official stamp.  I chose not to.  Not because of the cost although what I would be earning is not a fortune!  I chose not to because last year I was not required to.  Last year I worked with the same young people amongst the same colleagues in the same institution and I was deemed okay to work with children by a certificate that the Spanish authorities required.  I was stubborn and refused to take instructions and apply for the form when asked to by the British authorities.

Mind you, I thought I was home free when, after months of reminding me, telling me, cajoling me about the form – to which I always informed them that I would not be applying for it – they finally wrote me in September and told me where I would be working come October 1st!  Home free I thought!!  I returned to my local high school on October 2nd, having prepared a digital presentation for the new 1st year students and another digital summary of how I spent my summer for the returning students I had taught last year.

Whilst the first two weeks nearly killed my soul and spirit, I rallied round after hearing César Bona speak at an educational conference.  He was voted Spain’s best teacher and one of 50 best teachers in the world.  I was inspired by his message – make it different for the students.  I went back on the Monday morning fired up and I was off.  It was a great week, hard work but rewarding in a weird sort of way too.

However, by the end of the week I was told I had been withdrawn from the programme for not complying with requirements of the ICPC.  Fair enough.  The Spanish local education authority were going to give me a second chance and if I applied for this form, they would keep me on.  I have not applied for the form.

Have I let the kids down?  Yes.  Have I let my colleagues down?  Yes.  Have I let myself down?  No.  It may appear to be a act of stubbornness or even pigheadedness – it certainly looked that way to me during the decision making process – but I am determined that I will do something worthwhile and not get side tracked by bureaucracy.

I am not a teacher is one thing I have learned.  The teachers who are great teachers actually impart their knowledge.  I entertain, I think I inspire a little bit and I generously share what I know.  I hope I get kids thinking when I’m with them, but I really don’t think I have anything to teach them.  I’ve been told the kids loved me and one colleague told me that “people like me are badly needed in the schools” whilst another told me “they won’t have your creativity and spontaneity and everything you transmit“.  Two students told their mother “I like her classes, tell her that she won’t be able to come to your yoga classes anymore if she leaves” and “tell her she can’t go, it’s thanks to her that English is so much fun“.  Those were moments when I doubted if what I was doing was the right thing and being swayed by my ego took all my strength not to back down.

On the day where I had to make my final decision, I had my last wedding of the season.  It was just the couple who had eloped from Canada.  I was more daring with these two than what I have normally been for a wedding and I chose not to give them the ceremony to approve prior to their big day – they agreed to this.  After the ceremony, they were so delighted and the groom was so amazed with my work that when I went to leave, he placed a tip in my hand.  To say I took this as a sign that I am doing the right thing is exactly what happened.  To say how much I appreciate his gesture means that words are not enough.  His generosity exceeded his showing me my worth with his act of kindness and for that I am truly grateful.

I made a decision at 16 years of age that I was not going to choose money over happiness and I am so glad I did so.  Whilst money is our right in order to live within the constraints put out by our society, it certainly is not going to have power over my choices for the trying to be the best I can be.  I am not at the school anymore but it doesn’t mean that I am not planning my next move.

Youngsters, you haven’t seen the last of me, but the classroom is not where I want it to happen – watch this space.

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Magic and the secret garden

Some of you may recall that I “won” the Euro Millions recently, a nice little amount of 15 million euros and that I spent it in a flash – this all happened in my head in a 30 minute drive from Palma to school pick up!  I bought a load of property, gifted it around, including my favourite building of all time which I turned into the Binissalem Peace Centre!  I also bought my lovely eco café people Javi and Elena a building and also my son’s eco school a building, amongst other things!

Today, I discovered that the building I had ear-marked for the Peace Centre is the new location for my son’s school! I am sitting writing this with the biggest smile on my face as I enjoy the wonder of magic and knowing that believing is seeing and even if I do see it slightly differently, it all works out!!  I shall have to relocate my Peace Centre but what a result with the win!

Just before I heard the news, I had parked my car and seen a sign saying “Euromillones – 63 millones” and what do you think I did!  I went and “won” it again!

I spent it in the 12 minutes it takes to drive from the school back home and you’ll be happy to know that the following got 10 million each – Mallorca based not for profits PermaMed, Ondine and Fundación Sa Llavor and London based Communities Empowerment Network.  They will be able to carry on doing what they do so brilliantly already and this money will help them take the pressure off, to get really stuck in and take what they already do so selflessly to a new level.  From promoting permaculture to a wider audience, to keeping our seas and oceans clean and also devloping new ways of holistically educating and caring for our next generations.

I also put aside 5 million to create old people communities including making sure that there is a healthy support for the dying and a million of that was donated to the awesome people at Capsula Mundi to help with their development of the burial pod.

Eight million euros was used island wide for culture and the arts and lots of projects, existing and new, got lucky by being gifted money to help promote culture and the arts.  First born is well happy with the new studio and jazz appreciation school!

I’ve got 10 million left over but I want to go abroad and go back to my roots, Jamaica and Wales, and see what I can do there with the money.  Watch this space.

I’m happy and content – 63 million euros well spent!

Special moments

 

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What a weekend!  I facilitated the monthly Death Café on Friday evening in my favourite eco café, L’Exquisit and we were nineteen, a record breaker and hardly any room left to move! Although I try to propose different ways of doing things, the group always seems to want to remain in the big circle and talk, one by one.  However, if numbers continue to rise, we’ll have to occupy the whole café and not just the back room!

This meeting was a little bit different as I was inspired to ask at the beginning, along with each person’s introduction, for everyone to share a quality that they believed people would use to describe them when they were no longer here!  That shook things up and some found it a little surprising to think that far ahead.  I went back to qualities at the end of the session by asking everyone what quality they would take with them until the next meeting, one that they would imbibe, include and inspire in their daily lives – mine was faith, oh and being present, I wanted two qualities!

The monthly meetings are always moments of insight with the wonderful experience of hearing from other people and enjoying their take on matters.  Each meeting attracts many new people and I love seeing the core members there, time and again.

As usual, it all too soon came to an end but the next Mallorca Death Café will be on Friday 17th June at 6.30pm – all welcome and although the meeting is conducted in Spanish, there is always translation available.

The weekend continued with a wedding on the beach at which I was invited to officiate the ceremony.  I had worked closely with the couple to get the ceremony just right and wow, didn’t we do well!  It helped that the couple – not a first love but definitely a match made in heaven – were two people enjoying a thoroughly “conscious relationship” as demonstrated by their thoughts and opinions on what marriage meant to them which was shared in the ceremony.

I was truly honoured to facilitate this moment in their lives and the groom spoke about conscious commitment whilst the bride added that freedom can be found in the commitment two people make.  Their relationship is at once a mature one and totally childlike in its innocence.  And to top it all, the some fifteen young people and children there were mesmerised by the more than half an hour we took for the ceremony.  Never have I seen such full and present attention and to see it from young people took my breath away.

From the wedding, it was onto see first born perform his gipsy jazz duo with him on guitar and singing accompanied by young Gavin on guitar.  He is a natural that boy (dare I say he takes after my side of the family!!) and his humble confidence on stage is a delight to see.  His voice is a gift from the gods and his hard work and dedication is plain to see.  The two young musicians worked hard to please us with their sound and my only complaint is that society has forgotten how to listen.  Luckily, there were some audience members who took no hostages and shushed for people to stop talking!

Special moments, they come and they go, and when they come,  so many at once, life is pure wonder!

 

L’Exquisit – eco café located in C/Rectoria 2, Binissalem

Djaume Reinhardt Jazz & Swing – available for weddings, concerts and private events, contact Noah on +34 630 590 262

Mallorca Death Cafe – monthly meetings in L’Exquisit or ask me about hosting your own

Wedding celebrant – http://www.glynisgermancelebrant.com

The Journey

Sometimes the signs are clear and it’s easy to know where to go, but often there’s confusion and a sense of trepidation too.  Since deciding that I would give up my safe and secure job with guaranteed income back in June 2013, life has been an interesting journey.

In all of it, I have had to really work my trust and faith in believing that everything would “turn out” just fine.  Interestingly of course, there is no end in sight to tick off “turn out” turned out just fine, as it is an ongoing process called living!  My life’s “car” can have the tyres pumped, tank filled, oil checked, water in the wipers and the GPS connected, but if I don’t put the key in the ignition and start the engine, I’m not going anywhere!  And when I do start the engine, what if there are road works and I get diverted?

Life is as simple or as complicated as we make it and there are times when I just want to turn off the engine and park for a while.  Then there are the times when the road is clear, it’s long and straight and I like to fly down the middle of it, hair flowing in the wind, a song on my lips and joy in my heart!

I keep moving though, slowly in heavy traffic or zippy and pumped when the road is clear to enjoy a sun shining kind of ride!  If I break down, what am I going to do?  Sit and cry?  Forever?  No, I find a solution, maybe I do sit and cry for a moment, but then I fix the problem and get going again.

I think I have realised that it is so day to day this thing called living.  Next year really doesn’t matter if I can’t appreciate today.  Tomorrow is always going to come, in its own way.  I have to keep my car ready but at times I may leave the doors open and things will fall out and get lost.  And some days I might just want to pull over, stop for a while and contemplate the horizon.

My life three years ago was busy, at times stressful, with no time to just be.  In the three years since, I have done so much that I’m proud of – The Happiness Café weekly radio show; providing meaningful ceremonies for weddings and funerals; facilitating a monthly Death Café in my village; volunteering at a local hospice ward; writing my blog; being at home with my boys and my animals; connecting with interesting people at home and abroad; even starting a Peace Centre for a while and all along, being me.  I may be financially poorer for now, but I am creatively and inspiringly richer.

I am happy I made the decision to search for something different as the difference has been clear – I have more time for me and more time to be, something I value greatly in this busy world

 

Midsummer birthday

birthday; celebrations; mallorca; binissalem; lions club; baldea mallorca; samira dance; dj hernan

Birthday boy & hostess with the mostess

You can tell I don’t go out much if I’m going to write my blog about it!  But I went out at the weekend to a really fabulous party!  It was to celebrate my friend’s husband’s birthday and they were putting on an evening’s gathering for a few friends.  She had me make three cakes for the party and I spent the day chilling and baking before popping them round and then going back for the party later.

I have to say that my friend managed to put on a most amazing evening!  Everything about it was perfect!  The food was to die for and yes, I had seconds.  There was so much of it that I didn’t get to sample the vegetarian couscous that was served up later but I enjoyed salad, quiche, hummus and the most amazing courgettes topped with sour cream – I have asked for the recipe!

There was a DJ playing in the garden along with didgeridoos, steel drum, pipes and a set that lasted most of the evening.  It was the perfect backdrop to chatting with lovely people as sunset came.  I caught up with a couple, neighbours that I’ve known since first born and their middle child were best friends in primary, what fun we had.  I met another woman who became a bff almost immediately and I was gutted to learn that she doesn’t live in Mallorca but she promised to visit when she’s back in September.  I chatted with one of the mums from school and infact all conversations during the evening were fun, relaxed, meaningful and interesting – what a privilege!

Then the very attractive and exotic Samira arrived, dressed to dance her belly dance and how absolutely intriguing was she!  She danced a couple of numbers for us and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, neither could most of the men and I heard one ask his wife if she wanted to learn how to dance like that!  After this, the floor opened and the birthday boy who loves to dance, got up and off they went.

It was at this point I went to find second-born who had been out and about in the village and I really appreciated having been to such a cool party only a few doors away from my home!  On the way out of my friend’s house, I stopped by the gift table and my happiness was complete at knowing some of the most generous people.  She had put out a collection box to collect for two worthwhile charities here in Mallorca.  The first, Baldea, the animal protection association that Petra is part of and who do a great job on the island with a spaying programme of stray cats amongst other things.  Then there was the collection for the Lions Club Palma who have an admirable programme called “Food for All” – feeding the homeless and those living on the poverty line.  On top of the amazing food she cooked and the drinks she served up, the DJ and an exotic dancer who entertained us, she still had more to give!  No gifts required for hubby, instead a super collection was going to those in need and can you believe that each association received 235€ from this awesome party!

Thank you Petra and Rainer for a truly special evening – it was truly a memorable experience and I can’t wait for next year!

DJ Hernán Livolsi                       www.hernanlivolsi.com

Oriental dancer Samira              www.samiramallorca.com

Animal protection Mallorca       http://www.baldea.org

Lions Club                                     http://www.lionsclubpalma.com

Delicious homemade cakes       ME!!

The sound of music

 

Noah Angel Orchard German; Es P'Dal Binissalem; blues;

First born, second gig!

I went out last night, surprise surprise!  And in Bini too!  The reason?  First-born was playing his second gig with his band, currently going by the name of “The Hats” but that just came to them whilst they were playing last night so it could change!  And what a great gig it was too!

The neighbour was there feeling as proud as I was and at one point he got up and sang a song with his son!  I had gone with my other neighbour and her husband and had so much fun collecting votes, as my dad would say when I would canvas the floor in the village, whilst bumping into people.  The pub/pizzeria was packed as it was also tapas night in the village so everyone was out!

And what a talent!  I shall now spend the next few sentences boasting about my first born as is my right as his mother.  He has a beautiful voice and his guitar playing just gets better and better.  His self presence and command of the stage was mind-blowing, he was born to be up there.  He made his audience very comfortable and that was the atmosphere he created.  I was as proud as punch!

The rest of the band members were equally awesome.  Remy on guitar and voice was also comfortable on stage and made us laugh with his playful way.  Joe Woodman aka José was the crac on harmonica, what a talent! And Omar, my favourite vegetarian, was beautifully lost in his drums and seemed to be in his own paradise.  At one point the four of them were playing whilst facing each other and their connection to each other was a sight to behold.  I could feel the connection it was so palpable!

All in all it was a great evening!  There were more than a few sore heads today, not least my neighbours!!  First-born got back in the early hours and I think I had the proudest mother conversation with him ever, or did I dream that?!

Next Thursday, Bar Es Suro in Binissalem for Thursday tapas – see  you there!

 

Check them out here:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uVuRY2n2v9E

 

On the outside looking in

Photo by Marc Masquiel

Looking….

I have long felt like a foreigner in this world.  Born in Jamaica to a Jamaican mother and a Welsh father, not black –  disappointedly not so.  Arriving on a banana boat in 1966 in England yet not English.  Going “home” to Wales in 1972 yet not Welsh and my father constantly reminding me to remember my Jamaican roots.  Spain ignited a sense of identity only because of the curiosity as to where I was from.  You’re English they’d say when I said I was from Britain and immediately I’d explain my roots and claim that I was British.

Now with the recent and resounding no by some British people living in Scotland, I am not so sure!  For 22 years I used the term British to explain an experience of life in a place that was not mine.  I held a British passport, have done for life and lived in many places until I settled here in Mallorca and then found my home here in Binissalem.  But who and what am I?

I am not Welsh nor am I Jamaican, at least I have never thought so.  Half yes but not whole.  Does it matter?  Having always had a sense of looking inside from the outside, I don’t think so.  Moreover I was always envious of my Welsh family for their ties to the community and so I always hankered for that too.  I found that when I moved to Binissalem in September 1999 just in time for their wine festival.  This year the town celebrates 50yrs of this festival and one can feel the pulsating pride as we move into our second week of festivities.

Last weekend saw the start of the party with the famous grape fight!  As I waited in the plaza along with hundreds of Binissalamers excitedly gathering in front of the town hall, I bumped into first born’s second best friend in the village (the first being put aside once this one arrived on the scene!).  This young lad had come from Asturias a year or two after we had moved here from Palma.  He and first born were inseparable!  Ying and Yang, blond and brunette, two peas in a pod!  They did everything together, spent every spare moment together until they entered their teens when they slowly but surely drifted away from that intense relationship.  Bumping into him in the plaza was a joy, he is a fine young man.  Two kisses, a sincere greeting, but nerves gave him away.  Of course I wanted to know what was the matter.  The answer was “I can’t wait for it to begin” referring to the Vermar, the wine festival!  First born was the same.  Looking inside their lives this past weekend, I felt very much an outsider as I’ve never had those feelings of intensity, of emotion, of excitement.  Call me laid back and Jamaican perhaps?

I cannot remember ever being like first born and this friend and all the other Binissalmers who are so proud, so upright in their conviction that they come from the best place in the world!  I agree with them – Binissalem is the best village in the world!  We are family, we are community, we are one, especially now at the 50th celebration of our wine festival.  Me?  I am one step away from all this, looking in, on the outside by choice, by experience, with love.  I was born foreign and I shall die foreign but home is where the heart is and my heart is here in this welcoming town, this town whose name means Sons of Peace – Binissalem.

Summertime

School gets out 20th June till 15th September, how awesome is that!

School gets out 20th June till 15th September, how awesome is that!

I love summer holidays!  Admittedly when I was a working mum it was tricky to juggle work and the kids but this summer I am not working and thus have time to relax with second born.  We have been easing into it with a bit a summer school last week and lots of hanging around the house with no rush to get up in the mornings or go to bed at night.  In fact, he’s still asleep now and I have peace and quiet for a little while longer.

The past year has been one long holiday since I gave up my full time job and I have never been happier.  I have taken this time to plant seeds and I don’t know about you but sometimes, once you’ve taken them out of the packet, it’s easy to forget what they were!  That’s how it’s been with me.  I have been putting out my dreams, planting them and watering them, most often forgetting about them and then suddenly, there they are – a little reality!

This is how it now is with the radio show, “The Happiness Café”.  The seed was planted in a conversation with someone over a year ago and this week I have just recorded the 5th programme with many more to go.  It was my dream to have a radio show but I didn’t know anything about radio and so how fab is it that Insel Radio are giving me the chance to make mistakes and hopefully put together something that people will want to listen to.  I have enjoyed five interviews with some wonderful inspiring and interesting people and I have a long list of many more to come!

First born is off to Vietnam in a week or so.  He is going for a month and visiting Thailand and Cambodia too!  He will travel with two friends who luckily seem more sensible than he is ie he’s too wrapped up in playing his guitar and having a good time to remember the basics!  I am nervous about this month long trip but can’t wait to hear his stories when he gets back and hopefully he won’t mind coming on the show and telling us all about it!  He wants to play his guitar with as many people as he can on his travels and he has decided that the time has come to move away from Mallorca and immerse himself in his music.  He is talented, focussed and determined, I can only wish him lots of joy and fun on that journey!

I think second born and I shall take in some day trips and go to places on this island that we don’t really know, lots of beach days with friends and then visit my mum in August and hopefully see the rest of my family too.

I shall enjoy more weddings, immerse myself in happy times and above all relax on this island of calm!  Vivan las vacaciones!  Enjoy your summer folks!

 

 

Seeds and watching them grow

Whether you like it or not, things are changing

Whether you like it or not, things are changing

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.” ― Leo Tolstoy

I feel like a sloth!  Moving slowly and only when necessary.  That’s how it has been so far this year, one step at a time, slowly does it.  I have been busy with many different things but at times wonder what it is I am doing.  I have had moments of panic, imagining that there was something I needed to do, something to prove but that passed into a dreamlike state of acceptance that all will be revealed in time.

I paused the project at the Peace Centre due to the owner wanting to come back but I continued looking after the property (she’s not back till later this summer).  People have been using the beautiful, sacred space in return for a donation to cover the various bills and we have had a few things going on: courses in comedy, improvisation, healthy vegetarian cookery and social events such as the menú del días and coffee mornings.

I have managed to do some stand up comedy – on a bus from Inca to Sa Pobla, at the International Women’s Day event and in London and Montreux.  I didn’t think I was particularly good at some of those gigs but I am learning.  It’s a scary place to be, up there on my own with just a mike and an audience.  I wonder why I put myself through the torture especially as the naturally funny me is not there yet and this awkward, insecure woman who trashes herself in her mind with a series of “could do better” type school reports is.  Discipline was never my friend and that’s what it’s going to take, once I get over the sloth phase – I hope!

I have also acted as a wedding celebrant which I love and this season of summer weddings is going to be a great one!  I truly love marrying couples and being part of a day guaranteed to be positive from start to finish.  I get to know a couple in love, they all have different stories and they all impress me again and again with how simple life can be, if we let it.  I hope to add to this work by doing funerals, namings and comings of age and anything else that needs a celebration!  I believe that for those big events in life, we should stop and acknowledge and celebrate them.  By the way, I will travel anywhere to help you celebrate!

I have also been using my voice this year and have done some voice overs for various things.  If you switch on local television, you might hear me telling you all about Mallorca!  I also proposed a radio show at the beginning of the year and this was finally accepted.  Next week I shall be recording my first show for transmission very soon.  You will have to listen to Mallorca Sunshine Radio on 106.1FM and join me with your comments, questions and information on what’s happening and what’s on in Mallorca.  The show is called “The Happiness Café” and I shall be interviewing inspirational people locally and globally.  If you want to join me, please drop me a line, call or even introduce me to someone you think we should speak to!  As I am blessed with so many amazingly, positive friends who inspire me I have no shortage of interviewees and you will get to know them too.

I even managed a two day trip to London to translate for my hairdresser Cristina who will be bringing back a new line in hair products for the island.  It was an intense two days but very exciting and lots of fun!  I felt like a tramp when I saw them at the airport – three glamourous, sophisticated women and hubby David looking dapper.  (Not hubby to all three mind you!)  But so much for them being professional hairdressers – I was the only one carrying a hairbrush with me!  The good news is that this new product is really a big deal and Shiro Beauty Salon in Binissalem will be the first to carry it.  I’ll let you know when it gets here so you can enjoy chemical free products that do a good job with your hair!  Now I am dreaming of being a hairdresser when I grow up.

I am busy, I am in the midst of change, I have no idea where it is taking me but I am living my faith that I am on the right path.  Will I know when I get there?  I don’t even think that’s important anymore because the fact is, it’s how I am today that counts and right now I am happy to be where I am.

The Good Life

 

Nomadic intern Betty and the wonderful Daniela enjoying ourselves in the sun!

Nomadic intern Betty and the wonderful Daniela enjoying ourselves in the sun!

I am happy in Mallorca and this year celebrates 22 years since I have been living here.  It’s easy to be happy here.  The island is a constant place of beauty – from its Serra de Tramuntana range recognised to be a World Heritage site to the coast, to the mountains, to the plains as well as the villages and towns that make up this wonderful island and community.  This is home and my heart is in Binissalem, the home I always longed for since I was a child.

We had left Jamaica in 1966 on a banana boat bound for England.  It was time to go, the opposing political party was in power and it made sense to my parents.  I remember my father would always say to me “remember you’re a Jamaican” but I didn’t feel Jamaican, nor did I feel Welsh.  This was an issue for me in terms of being from somewhere but I am now happy to say, “I was born foreign!”  I have adapted to wherever life has taken me and I have fit in wherever I was and now Binissalem is where my heart is and my boys.

Since I started my sabbatical last summer to work on my life’s purpose, so much has happened and continues to happen.  Within all of this I am learning patience.  I liken my life now to having planted a seed.  Unfortunately I am not sure if it is an almond, a rose or a lettuce but I keep on watering it!  The end result can either take years to grow or I’ll eat it soon enough and have to plant another or even I’ll appreciate it’s beauty and fragrance and then watch it fade away.  All have their pluses and the minuses are very little compared to the process of getting there!  I am enjoying the journey immensely and I am so glad to have this opportunity to stay away from the madness and stress and enjoy Mallorca in its spring beauty!

Who could ask for more?  A car that works – God bless her; friends to share a journey and people to meet on the way – and so that was Monday’s excursion which took in Valldemossa, Son Marroig and the Port of Soller with good friends Betty Steinhauer and Daniela Nunzia Morrone.  Along the way I met Mandy and Stephen from Liverpool whom I shall have the honour of marrying in June there in the port and we saw Aimee K who will be their photographer!

Next Monday’s excursion will take in Lluc Monastery and then lunch in Pollensa or maybe Formentor – depends on the laughs and where we end up!  Catherine, one of the mums from second born’s school will take the place of Daniela who goes back to UK today!

I have a good life, I am blessed and I am happy.  And the good news is I am doing my stand-up comedy!  I have performed on a coach from Inca to Sa Pobla recently as well as for those who attended the International Women’s Day event wonderfully organised by Vicki McLeod and Kay Newton at Moods Portals!  I have UK’s best comedy teacher coming next week to impart 3 comedy courses and I shall be performing on Sunday 23rd March at Botiga de Buffons in Palma!  Come see me and come see Logan and his students perform in what is going to be a cracker of a night!  See you there!

 

 

Serra de Tramuntana http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serra_de_Tramuntana

Son Marroig – worth a visit! http://www.sonmarroig.com/

Aimee K Photography http://www.aimeek-photography.com/

Randemar Restaurant – good for lunch! http://randemar.com/es/index.php

Britain’s best comedy teacher – http://www.loganmurray.com

More about the courses and show – http://glynisgerman.com/?page_id=86