Today we headed up the mountains to a little town called Valldemossa, Mallorca's highest town. The bus ride was pretty and the town was so cute. I wonder what the residents do up there for work. Maybe they commute or just go there in the summer? Our bus journeys have tainted our feelings towards Germans. Although I've never quite felt that Germans were an okay bunch because of the whole Hitler thing, I now actively (insert a less strong word than hate here, but only slightly less) them. Getting on the bus they refuse to wait their turns and smash their enormous bosoms into you trying to knock you aside. It's an awful experience, so I was a little satisfied to see German after German trip over a step on the way off the bus. Little karma. 
We got off the bus in Old Town Palma and wandered around there for a bit. We got another sad lunch, which at least we expected this time. Then we stumbled upon the beautiful cathedral and waterfront.
Cat keeps getting her hand caught in the Pringles cans (There's been a lot of chowing down on Pringles) and we've decided to call it Pooh Bearing. I'd really like her to Pooh Bear while Porky Pigging (or maybe just go full Pooh Bear?), but she needs to do that on her own time.
After a nice little nap we went out for more awful food and more good sangria. I'm thinking we give up on food and just survive on sangria from here on out.
- Megan Leigh
I'm pretty sure Megan has pooh beared once or twice- its time to admit it, lady. Another thing she's left out is when we've made friends! We've gone out of our comfort zones and talked to other people. Why, today we went back to the same restaurant as yesterday to get sangria. Everyone remembered us and chatted us up. They even look forward to seeing us tomorrow. Look at us now! Socializing!- Cat
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This isn't Pooh-Bearing - but once on a flight to Oregon, Megan had a can of pringles in her backback that she shoved under her seat. As the plane took off it seemed that we went almost straight up like a rocket ship. The pringles rolled out and we heard them continue to roll to the back of the plane. The flight attendant went from person to person looking for the owner after we were "free to move about the cabin". Then because of the air pressure the sealed top kind of poofed up and nobody would eat the pringles. Poor pringles.
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