2.45 Monday morning I got up. 2h before that I went to sleep… The flight to Mallorca was spent sleepless and therefore I spent the whole of Monday in a sleepy-haze. It was totally worth it though, considering the reason for my late bed-time was a 3h walk through the Park with Sonji. We couldn’t stop talking and we covered everything from sexuality to the purpose of life, to armpit-hair.

Touchdown Palma de Mallorca – what happens? Period from hell arrives, two weeks early and out of the blue. Therefore I’ve now spent two days in period-depression, to my parents bliss.

Now I’m feeling like myself again, kind of. Too much sun combined with intervals + a glass of strong red wine left me with a heatstroke. Woke up in the middle of the night feeling like as if the entire Mediterranean was sitting on top of my head. Headed to the bathroom, turned on the lights, and found a cockroach/centipede in panic. He twirled around and hid underneath the carpet. In my state of delirium I could not understand if I was hallucinating or if it actually was underneath the carpet. I still don’t know. Mr. Centipede has not been seen since. 

Despite dad’s and mine heatstroke we headed out for a 2h hike today. It was awesome, got that “hike-for-your-life” feeling, where one simply can’t stop walking. Therapy of sorts. Just letting the mind go fluctuating into nothingness.

Where we are spending our days:

Dad ate snails and rabbit. Surprisingly good!