Ooh, I love Europe Day. I love the hustle and the bustle. I love the stalls and browsing around. I love bumping into people and saying hi. It’s the beginning of the summer season for some, and more importantly (for me anyway) the end of the insane winter events season. I spent the day running between the Son Amar stall and the Allen Graham and Fix It stalls and in between times bumped into loads of people that I know. It was a lovely happy day, and you could really feel the warmth of the community. The weather couldn’t have been better. I just wish that I could have remembered some better footwear as my flip flops were not up to the job and Sunday night saw some blistered tootsies I can tell you. I need to say a big hello to the lady who insisted that I get my photo changed for the paper! She said it didn’t do me justice. Now that’s a nice thing to say, thank you. I will get round to it eventually. It’s a bit like being married to a builder and living in a house which is falling down, I am married to a photographer and he’s always too busy to take our photo.
Apparently 25,000 people walked down Palma Nova beach front last Sunday. Somebody suggested to me that we do it every Sunday. I don’t fancy their chances getting that idea off the ground as it’s a huge amount of work to organise an outside event like Europe Day, I know. Dolina and Susanne (who until Monday worked for the International Citizens Department at the town hall in Calvia) coordinated all of the stalls and fielded hundreds of phone calls and emails over the past few months, they should be congratulated for their sterling work (a lot of which was done in their own time, that’s dedication for you).
It was interesting for me to think about old Europe Days and think about some of the faces that were missing from this one: some people have moved back to the UK, some have passed on, some just weren’t there this year for whatever reason. Life continually changes whether we want it to or not. You certainly shouldn’t be taking anything for granted anymore. That’s the thing about living in Mallorca though, there’s never a dull moment. It’s like living in an episode of Midsommer Murders, some of the plot twists you seriously couldn’t make up (although I’m glad to say the murder quotient is pretty low). It’s difficult to exist in a small community without sometimes coming up against conflict and disagreement. In my case I have my once a year run in with somebody or other which upsets me and rattles me to my core. Then it can take a few months for everything to settle down again and for life to be more peaceable. It’s not easy to do it, but speaking up for yourself with honesty and integrity, and also being willing to accept you are wrong are two important things to learn if you’re going to exist here on this funny little island… Have a great week.