holiday with mejor amigas

holiday was even greater because alicia, savannah, & i were all close by.

we somehow managed to get together every day whether it was by the forty-five minute (each way) walk along the coast to meet each other at the (basically nude) beach in the middle, bike rides, buses, or the occasional ride from our spanish parents. 

have i ever mentioned that sometimes i really miss my car? well, i do.

i didn't mind the walks so much though. it gave me plenty of time to think & just enjoy the scenery. i especially loved walking home while the sun was setting.

other than our bigger adventures which i have already blogged about, we spent plenty of time at the beach together...

& eating gelato, of course. this place had some called "spaghetti" that we couldn't resist trying. don't worry, it was really vanilla ice-cream with strawberry & white chocolate toppings. yum!

we jumped off the "trampoline" (yes, that is what they call a diving board) that is on the coast in la rapita.

 & to finish off our week we went to a festival in ses salines where alicia lives.

 i didn't realize i was like fifty feet away from the horse at the time... haha.

 food some people from the town prepared. lots of typical spanish things. like black pig sausages. no big deal.

 eating what are called "egos" here. pretty sure they are figs.

 sav, alicia, & i on the street watching the horses pass by

we had no idea what to expect at the festival we just knew it was a tradition from the island of menorca, spain & the mom of savannah's family said it can be dangerous and that sometimes people get hurt so we should be careful. we didn't really understand why... until it started and two horses would go down the main street at a time and the rider would have them jump up on their hind legs while brave (mostly drunk) people in the crowd would try to touch the horse's belly. it was like a spanish version of a rodeo but without the fences & stands to sit safely in & sometimes the horses would go right towards the crowd lined up along the narrow street. if horses could be this intimidating i can't imagine going to a running of the bulls here in spain. we were freaking out sometimes when the horses got too close but it was so much fun. we were laughing the whole night. there was a break in the middle where everyone on the street was dancing so we had to join in. it was such a fun cultural experience.

here are a few videos i took to let you get a better idea of what it was like:

this one or this one with a crazy horse who kept going right into the crowds