The day was finally here, the day we’d been waiting for for several months, well at least I had.
We left our home early in the morning to make it to the airport in order to catch our flight to Mallorca. Mark and I were quite relaxed considering we had packed everything the night before and got up at 4.30, but Pixie who usually gets car sick was very apprehensive about the journey. But she did so well, the taxi made it to the airport and Pixie managed all the way without throwing up and she was so so proud.
Even though she’s only 4 (in Oct) Pixie has become quite the frequent flyer and was very excited about the plane and all the people. She couldn’t wait to get her food and movie going. We bought some Oreos, crisps, jelly bears & a drink and she was delighted with herself. The family next to us didn’t have it so easy, their little boy wasn’t happy at all. Finally he fell asleep, just 10 minutes before landing and we all laughed together, typical. Lucky me, I thought smugly to myself, my daughter is still awake. I spoke to soon, Pixie fell asleep as the plane hit the ground in Mallorca.
But let’s face it, the flight was a doddle.
Mallorca Aiport is crazy busy, so getting ourselves through the airport, to get suitcases and then onto the coach which was to take us to our hotel was a bit of a night mare.
By the time we were on the bus we were sweaty and a little stressed but Pixie really enjoyed herself. Travelling to Alcudia she enjoyed the sights and was thrilled to see palm trees, me I couldn’t relax. When they announced that our hotel was the first stop I sighed with relief, another journey done and no puke.
Pixie was so excited to be in Mallorca, we’ve been talking about this trip all spring and finally we were here. Now it was time to meet Lollo and Bernie!
(Pixie in her pale pink Ralph Lauren dress, Converse and mummy’s Trilby, isn’t she the coolest little traveller)