Gasping for air after taking in the last two 5l-bottles of water to our flat in El Molinar I admired Matjaz and Bojan handling to carry like 25 shopping-bags on each hand quite conversant. As I mentioned before, the day after we moved in, we got some visitors from Slovenia. And these five hungry mouths wanted to be filled at least twice a day!

Having our pockets full of money we didn’t mind preparing the most prosperous dishes I had seen in a long time. As to say - Bojan and Matjaz did. Seems like I really took a lucky shot, when I ran into these two guys. Motivated as they always are, Trifko didn’t mind preparing Cevapcici for all our guests while Matjaz did french fries and salad for a full-fledged army! Of course they had also invited our new best friends - the Genova-Girls - over for dinner.
Actually today I’m having slight difficulties to tell the story of our housewarming-party exactly the way it happened back then. Since my memories of that time mostly consist of irratic pictures of drunk-people, walking on Paseo Maritimo, and me getting rid of my dinner, I would really like to let the pictures speak for themselves. But as it is obvious for everybody who followed that link, due to lack of camera-geeks partying with us, this is not possible in that case. So I’ll just go ahead then…

After having approximately 1 million Cevapcici each, we ran into two bottles of Havana Club, some limes, brown sugar and smashed ice, which accidentaly happened to be all mixed up in tidily cleaned glasses with straws right next to them. Unnecessary to say, that I gladly managed to pour the missing coke into the drinks.
Next scene happened on the beach… where suddenly everybody was looking at me as if they were waiting for me to do something… It took me some time to look down on the sandy floor and to identify the sparkling something as to be mine. After two more slammers the cab I suddenly was in had to stop due to the driver’s ridiculous impression of me wanting to get rid of something right next to the partying crowd on Paseo Maritimo. Uncool.

After recovering from this Waterloo some days later, we showed our lovely guests a little bit around the island. Casey sacrifized herself to support a second car and act as our tour-guide for Cap-Formentor. Luckily I’ve been at the exact same spot one day earlier with some colleagues from the University of Vienna. The fact that I skipped one or two days of my spanish-course at the university should only be mentioned along the way…

So there were we. Sleepless, homeless, demotivated, slightly drunk. Since our adventurous search for an appartment lasted already for three days, Ilonka(Slo) and Casey(US) assisted us in contacting landlords and agencies. Might have been because they were such nice girls who wanted to make the world a better place, fighting the evil, helping the helpless. Or because Bojan and Matjaz were staying at their two-rooms-flat in Genova for five days now - together with Casey’s guests from the United States. But seriously - if you would ask me, I couldn’t tell why they did it.
Fact is, we eventually found a wonderful place to stay. Walking around to find our parked car somewhere south-east of Palma city centre, we just wanted to end this day’s search as we finally encountered our last resort. It appeared to us like The Ten Commandments must have appeared to the jewish during the Exodus. An orange-based sign, with big black letters, saying se alquila and giving away a handwritten telephone-number. Needless to say, we were totally stunned.

Immediately after C.P.R kicked in and Bojan recovered from this georgeous experience we called this guy - Juan-Carlos - met his wife later this evening and moved in the next day. We considered the terms and conditions more or less as irrelevant facts - as we couldn’t understand what this very nice and strongly haired spanish guy told us anyway - and concentrated on how to move our inflatable airmatrace in one of the apartment’s two(!) bedrooms. At that time it seemed considerably reasonable to take a two-room-apartment for 750euro for giving a home to three people, well aware of the fact that one of us three would most likely have to occupy either the living-room or the winter-garden for the time-being.

Since the winter-garden directly accessed to the terrase with a beautiful view to the beach, I didn’t have to do much of a consideration to know where to put up my camp. Even though there was obviously some effort to be put in this room to convert it from the former dining-”room” to my throbbing antrum of love, I quite excitingly accepted this challenge.

So definitely a new era seemed to dawn. We ultimately ended our rough and painful life on the palmesian streets and started to enjoy the comfortable cosiness of our very own home… waiting for the next adventure to come up… five guests for a week - arriving the next day.