Palma day 8

Palma: The Grand Finale – Sweat, Snacks & the Slowest Clock in Europe ✈️🔥

Our last day in Palma and suddenly time was moving like a sloth in flip-flops.
We ate our final breakfast with that dramatic "this is the last coffee here" energy, checked out, and just existed by the pool like two sweaty lizards clinging to vacation vibes.

Had our last lunch at our favorite spot aka our unofficial second home where the staff probably considered adopting us by now.
Truly, the end of an era (and my digestive system will never be the same).

Then came the real drama
Me and bestie were melting like ice cream on a skillet, so we fled to the airport early like two heat-stroked grandmas chasing air-conditioning.
Surely the airport has good AC, right?
Lies. False hope. Regret.

We sat there for what felt like 4 years, playing cards and tic-tac-toe like two kids waiting to be rescued from daycare.
Ate. Again. Obviously.
Because when in doubt: snack.
Waited. Stared into the abyss. Waited some more.

Finally got on the plane, flew home like sleepy zombies,
then drove for what felt like a road trip across Europe
and finally home sweet home 😍

Palma, you were iconic.
From sunburned butts to Greek god dates and chaotic bus rides
10/10 trip.
Now it’s time to pack again and head to Kristinehamn.
Let’s see what kind of adventures await…
(Manifesting hot men, cold drinks, and zero potholes.)

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#StillHotStillTired 💅🏖️🧳Les mer