An idyllic mountain village sprawled in the mountain range of the Serra de Tramuntana is precisely what you can expect when you visit Fornalutx. The spectacular views from the village are what dreams are made of. Continue reading “The Most Beautiful Village In Spain – Fornalutx, Mallorca”
There is nothing like a Mallorcan adventure. More so, just a nice afternoon excursion out of Palma. It’s always good to get out of the city when you can, there is just way too many things to experience on this wondrous island. The winter weather has been so incredibly awesome, it just asking to be basked in.
Santa Maria was the destination on the dice. A beauty of a little town on the interior of the island. No massive plans really, just take a nice walk around, find a beauty of a spot to enjoy some lunch, and sip on some fine wine.
Previously I have been to Santa Maria, but only by car. This time around, we were taking the train. You would be amazed at the awesome little metro system here on the island. I sure the heck was. I had been planning on taking the metro for years here on the island – just for something different, but always ended up driving everywhere. Knowing we had the intention of indulging in some vino, driving was not the mode of transport for us classy ladies.
The trains actually come much more frequent than expected.
We grabbed our tickets, and it was GO time!
Aaaalll aboard. Next stop, Santa Maria.
Ok, not the classiest looking train stop.
The rest is damn classy though. You just hang tight…..
It’s such a nice and quaint little town – epic little place to enjoy a stroll.
This little gas station was too cute not to photograph.
Let’s not forget that it was also during the hours of siesta. So it was extra quiet in the streets. There is no messing around when it comes to siesta time in these necks of the worldwide woods.
Suddenly along our path, we came across an establishment called ‘Livingdreams‘.
With a name like that, I was intrigued and drawn right in. It has such a crisp modern chic and naturally minimal appeal to it.
So we grabbed a table in the front and preceded to get on the vino and olive wagon. The service was given with all smiles, and super welcoming personalities. I was diggin it -that’s for darn sure.
A little while into the day dreaming, nature was calling. That vino was going right through me. So I had to search out the ladies room. I didn’t expected to be astonished. Little did I know, I was absolutely about to be living a dream. A kick ass one that you are happy to not wake up from for as long as you possibly can.
I was pleasantly surprised just walking through the lux establishment, absolutely thinking, ‘well hello, this is enchanting now isn’t it?!’
Very appealing on the eyes.
However, upon entering the courtyard to which I was directed in order to find the ladies room, my eyes widened with sheer delight.
Hiding in the back was a classy courtyard ambiance. The next big thing in my head was, ‘We are moving! right freaken now!’
Wait though on second thought, it’s best I visit the ladies room….. Gotta stick the with program.
After that business was taken care of, it was straight back to Kassandra to say my thoughts outloud ‘We are moving, right freaken now! You will see why.Let’s go’
It was incredible. Right up our freaken alley. We ran around loving the secret garden, taking photos like mad.
I had no problem imagining all the people I want to shared the little gem with(obviously this means you lucky duck).
Before that could happen, we needed to get back to business, sipping our vino and grab a little lunch.
It was all ridiculously good.The wine, the food, the ambiance. I can’t wait to go back for round two.
Yes you could definitely say,
I found my secret garden, with the fountain of Vino!!
The best part about having no plans or expectations, is that it always turns out better then you could have expected, as you didn’t have any – and more often then not, you always end up getting completely blown away by pure epicness.
Sunday funday! One of my favorite days of the week. Its the day I just do whatever I darn well please. Hence why its called Sunday funday. So how does one go about enjoying a Sunday in Mallorca? Well a good start would be to find yourself a quaint little cafe and get your engines going. Coffee, and Europe just go together. I cant imagine one without the other.
I indulged my ears in the acoustic sounds of Rodrigo y Gabriela. A brother sister duo whom are absolutely incredible at making music. This day was the perfect day for them. Music adds to any experience. It plays a massive roll in my life. The first thing I do in the morning is turn on my tunes to get the day going. I have various music for various moments. If I am writing and need my creative juices to flow(and possibly raise my IQ), its all about the Classical.
I cranked my tunes, grabbed my sweet ass Canadian made bicycle and hit the open road of bike riding adventure.
Bringing my bike with me from Canada, was the best idea ever! I must thank my friends(and mom) for influencing that decision. It’s so freaken awesome having a piece of home with me, and trust me, my bike is loving the Mallorcan experience as much as I am. Leaving its little Canadian tire tracks all over the show.
So as Sunday funday was in full force, I embarked on a little 30km cycle from Palma onwards towards an area called Arenal. With the wind blowing in my hair, music tantalizing my ears, and scenery to write home about(or write to my blog about), I was winning! You can not help but love life when you are here and enjoying this rock star bike riding.
It may be December, but the sun is still shining as brightly as ever. The weather is oddly nice….. So you mine as well make the most of it. Am I right?!
On the way back I found a prime spot on the beach for me and my bike, where I was enjoying some epic ‘me time’, that I love so much – did some grounding, topped up on my vitamin D, and just took in my amazing surroundings.
Well all that exercise does tend to build an appetite! For nothing less then awesome company and awesome food! Being a day of Mallorcan adventures, it was best to keep things local. So a Spanish restaurant and Spanish Tapa’s it was! We picked a very typical place, called La Plaza – and ordered a small array of tapa’s. No big deal, just a few of my fave’s.
Everything was spot on! Yes it is possible to have mediocre tapa’s, but this was not the case here.
Let’s not forget the Spanish Vino. They weren’t shy on the classy pour either. Pretty much heaving handing it every time. Just when you think its not possible to fit half a bottle of wine in a glass – they prove you otherwise. Talk about getting your money’s worth.
It doesn’t stop there. On any given Sunday evening in Mallorca, one of the best places to end up is at one of my fave watering holes. Agua Bar. Sunday and Friday they hold an open mic night, where loads of very talented musicians come out and jam. I love music!! I love Agua bar, jam sessions and I love the awesome people there.
You clearly can’t enjoy good music if you have to pee! I myself would rather be shaken my booty to good tunes, not squirming to hold my bladder together.yoi wouldn’t think it’s safe to leave your drink unattended, and yes in any other place I would not recommend it. Agua bar however is a different story. It’s local, and awesome, an no one ever tampers with your drink. They totally respect the sign. Possibly the best invention ever, in one of the best bars ever.
So there you have it. Mallorca on a Sunday. As does every darn day of the week here – Sunday kicks ass!
So what’s your plans this Sunday?? Because I suggest some Mallorcan adventures for the books if you ask me.
Soooo, what was supposed to be a brief week pit stop in Canada from my travels to attend a blogging conference outside Toronto, ended up turning into a month of tripsing around and working my arse off. My life always seems to have me on the go. One way or another I always find myself off on some sort of adventure. Life is an endless series of random adventures. Well it is if you are open to it. Funny thing, when you are open to things, life presents you with an array of options. One could say, ‘a buffet of options‘. Since I am still free as a little bird to do it all, I figure why the heck not?!
After a week in the Toronto area, the night before I was scheduled to fly back to Spain, I re-routed to Northwest Territories, where I hopped off the plane, grabbed my car(literally) and road tripped like a rock star 15 hours straight to Calgary. How do I do it? Beats the heck out of me. Must be the green juices.
I had important blogging business to attend to. When you are building something, you have to be committed. That’s the only way to see if flourish – and I am all about flourishing.
Calgary is my fave Canadian city. It’s where I will be spending this winter being awesome, so I am busy establishing myself there. I have lived there previously before my world wide travels ensued, so I have loads of friends there, and it still always feels like home. I am excited to see what luxury living in Calgary is all about. Luxury living in Mallorca is pretty darn sweet.
A trip to the city is never complete without some kick ass catch ups. This beauty of a lady is one friend that I am so lucky to have, never have two people loved life so much when they hang out. Literally we can drink wine all night and basically just talk about how much we love life, while laughing our asses off. Its pretty epic and undeniably refreshing if you ask me. Come join us and drink from our fountain of two pea’s epic-ness, and while we are at it, we can climb the awesome tree. It will be the best day of your life.
Calgary has so much happening, its super vibrant and I find it’s taken on a bit of European feel with it’s cafes, restaurants and urban developments. Which clearly tickles my fancy. Considering my other home happens to be in Europe, none other than Palma de Mallorca, Spain, to be exact. I love having the best of both worlds on my sweet home soil. Makes my little nomadic heart sing a sweet sweet song, in a really off key voice. Not sure you will be lining up for my concerts. Although I am a very good public speaker if you want to come hear me talk about some inspirational life topics and stories.
Once I had my way with Calgary in the classiest fashion ever – it was straight back up to my first home in the NWT, where I ran around barefoot in the bush for my whole childhood. It was time for some snow, bonfires and northern lights action.
Lifelong splendors that never get old for me.
Obviously some catch ups were in order as well.
Friends of all ages. Age is just a number is it not?! Its pretty hard not to love ridiculously cute kids, made by one of my ridiculously awesome life long friends.
I also freaken love the North. Obviously.
It’s not everyday that a person is lucky enough to call three incredible places home. I am good to life, and in return, life is good to me. I am darn grateful, that’s for sure. Not to mention, darn jet leg at times! Good thing I am a seasoned traveler. Not that being a seasoned traveler takes away from jet leg. Just as my hangovers get worse with age, so does my dang jet leg. Those would be the only times I actually feel my age – and possibly look it. I think the seasoned traveler part just helps in the fact that I am used to dealing with jet leg. Its a small price to pay. So is a hangover if its a fantastic bottle of vino.
With these three amazing places, it’s no wonder my blog is Barefoot & High Heeled. From wearing my heels in the cities just like Carrie Bradshaw from the Sex and the City, straight to kicking them off in the nearest forest to bask in the Northern bush atmosphere, just like Pocahontas from Disney. I am proud of my Metis heritage. Perhaps not totally barefoot in the snow though. Nobody wants frostbite now do they. Depends what your into though. Maybe frostbite is your thing. Although I am not opposed to dipping my toes in the snow every now and then. One of my fave things to do in the Northern winter is to have a sauna, and then after sweating your ass off for for awhile, you run outside and jump in the snow. AMAZING!!! Heck yes. Every cell on your skin tingles, you feel alive(and awake) and really, it just feels ridiculously fantastic.
Considering my plan was to spend three months in Spain, it only made sense after spending an extended week turned month home in Canada, to return to Spain for one more month, to make my three months away complete.
My awesome mother decided to drive me to Yellowknife, NWT, where I booked my flight from to return to Spain. We pulled in late(as we do), but that didn’t stop us from finding some live music and a bit of grub before we bid adieu once again.
When you have chosen to be awesome in life, there ain’t no time for slacking, you just gotta go with the awesome flow, and embrace every awesome opportunity. We happen to be pro’s at that. Like mother, like daughter.
So yes, here I am. You found me. Back in Mallorca, loving life. I am super stoked to get to Calgary in a few weeks, but living in the moment is key. So in the mean time, I am gonna enjoy every moment I have here. Sun, Sand, cycling, vino, restaurants, writing my heart out, and random adventures. Like there is any other way. Here’s to embracing life. Are you coming?
History, Coffee, Ice Cream, and your typical Spanish pastries. Sounds pretty darn delightful doesn’t it? Well, it was – and you probably should have been there.
Being Saturday afternoon after a busy week of being awesome. My energy was lagging a tad(even though it comes naturally, it still can take it out of a person) and it was time for an awesome caffeine fix and a historical Palma experience. Combining a new experience with a coffee, which just so happens to be two of my absolute favorite things – was sure to be a winner.
Ca’n Joan de S’Aigo, the oldest Ice Cream parlor/cafe in Palma. Founded in 1700, located in the old town(obviously, where else would it be – clearly not the new town), and it has managed to maintain its charm, flavor, and clientele ever since.
The popularity of this fine establishment is not to be under rated.
There was a continual line up at the door, and the turn over is so fast that we had to grab the only dirty table that was open. The gentleman serving us was quick to clean it up though. The place is buzzing, very local, and full of energy.
I must say, they really have maintained the place over the last 3000 years. That is lineage and dedication if you ask me.
The menu is small, and contains very typical Spanish delights. Really, its not big at all, very easy to hold, maneuver, and has 4 sections, covering 4 different languages. I am pretty sure they even had Gibberish in there.
Being known for their home made ice cream, you have a nice array of flavors in which to treat your palette and your waistline. From almond, chocolate, strawberry, coffee, down to cava, and onward. Served in little glasses, its sure to please you. They also offer take out containers of the creamy cold stuff too, for nothing less then your take away pleasure.
Besides the ice cream, they have a wonderful selection of Spanish pastry’s. Not a place to visit if your on a diet. Cakes, pastry’s, croissant’s, freshly made carb heaven. They also offer full cakes for take away. Perhaps you want to be the most popular guest at a party?? Well here’s your chance. Go on then! Get in there.
Top that off with a coffee, and your loving life. Are you drooling yet?
Not to mention the prices are ridiculous. Absolutely. Ridiculously good! Seriously, there is not much on the menu that goes over 2 euros. So I would say, you get a real historical bargain.
Would you look at that empty little cake plate. I would take that as a clear indication that it was so darn delish – it got gobbled right up.
Throw some fabulous company into the mix…….
Meaning mine of course.
Kidding! I was actually the lucky one to be in the presence of these fine ladies. Although as you can see behind us, they also had some very exquisite nude art on display. Nothing like appreciating a good nude art piece over coffee and cake. Not sure when it dates back to though.
With all of the above, its safe to say, you got yourself just another pretty exceptional must try Palma experience.
The magic just never ends in Mallorca.
As per usual Petrena style, I made the spontaneous decision to return to Spain for a bit. My other home. Palma de Mallorca, Spain. It seems I just can’t stay away for that long, it drags me back. Well, in all honesty it doesn’t take much dragging. Hello Palma!!
Holy man, first of all, the mid summer heat nearly did me in. My Arctic blood always has an interesting go at acclimatizing to the heat. Trust me, I am not in my most attractive state when I am sweating my ass off…. It’s a great way to detox your body. At least that is what I keep telling myself in order to power through. It’s a small price to pay though to be back in the one of the most epic places on this planet. Although summer is ridiculously busy on the island, and there are loads and loads of tourists – so I still prefer the winter here, however, I love it any and all times of year. It’s just undeniably amazing.
I also decided to bring my sweet ass Canadian made Lochside bicycle on the journey with me. I have traveled with quite an array of interesting things, from a massage table, to hoola hoops, and onward. This was my first time with a bicycle though. So packing it was also an interesting little feat.
Yet with some bubble wrap, tape, and some help from my awesome friends after a few glasses of vino, she was pulled together quite well. I even used a piece of rope to make a handle(which ironically was very handy). She made it though! Intact(well just a couple bumps and scrapes) and equally as excited for the Mallorca experience.
We were greeted by one of my best friends, and a fab wine and cheese spread. Let me just say, I am beyond happy I brought my bike, we just rock these bike paths together. She really is just such a smooth ride. It helps that the island is built for cycling, and there are loads of bike paths all over the place. I knew I wouldn’t regret bringing her along. My piece of home that I get to share with my other home.
Coming home Palma always also means one thing(among many). Catching up with my awesome friends. With time away, the excitement to catch up is always building.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Absence also creates in-between adventures, which in turn creates loads to talk about. Never a dull freaken moment. Between catch ups, cycling, and visiting my favorite restaurants, with Vintage(pictured below) in the trendy area of Santa Catalina being one of my all time favorites, I have been kept very busy.
And while I was there, a visit Santiago De Compostela.
A place full of mucho history, it’s a beautiful area.
There is a well known pilgrimage called the Comino de Santiago, which takes about a month to complete. I have wanted to do it for years, more so for the fact that I want to say I have completed a month tour by foot. Santiago De Compostela is where the pilgrimage ends. So you see loads of happy people with their backpacks, exuding satisfaction at what they have just completed. Being there and seeing that reinforced inside me that I want to do the walk. And I will indeed.
I also checked out the little town of Poio. It is a small place with nothing too major to see. However it is still rich in history, and I fell in love with it’s little old town. It came out of nowhere. We went from a quiet lunch and streets of not much.
To jam packed little old town streets. In the matter of a turn of a corner.
I loved the atmosphere it had. Until it started raining. And then I was soaked. I love playing in the rain, I will dance in it, put on my swimsuit and love life in it. I just wasn’t equipped with the proper footing for it at that moment. However it was a memorable area.
Oh Spain. I absolutely adore you. Your just so darn fantastic. Not a bad place to wake up to – if I do say so myself.
It was one of those days where I had a craving for some fresh food and Spanish market ambiance. After gathering the troops and getting a meeting point sorted, I was off to Mercat de l’Olivar, to indulge in some fresh seafood, and in addition to that of course, some very tasty Vino.
I love the fact that it is winter and the market is remarkably empty, in such a way that you can actually walk around it and even better than that, ‘find seats’!!
In the summer it just gets chaotic, and because of that, it can kind of lose the charm it has in the quieter winter months, where you can actually move and not get claustrophobic;)
We ended up at a little place called, Bar del Peix, well I didn’t actually pick it, it was my friends choice, yet cu-do’s to her, as it was a fabulous choice. Funny enough I made a pit stop to the ladies room, and upon my arrival there was a weigh scale welcoming my entrance. I suppose that is one way to make sure you keep your portions in control, as the food is pretty ridiculously awesome;) Only in Spain….. I love Spain, and its randomness. Well hello there Mr. Weight scale, it’s not everyday a public bathroom comes equipped with one of those bad boys.
After jumping on the scale(isn’t that what it’s there for?!) to make sure I had some room to spare for some tasty splurges, I set route back to the market stall we chose to dine at. At which point we ordered up, and preceded to feast on mussels, calamari, a little seafood mixture in a tomato based sauce, sardines(one of my personal favorite’s of all time at any Spanish market ), and last but not least fresh bread with olives. Mmmmmm, did I happen to mention how much I love a good ol’ mussel?! not just on my men, but also on my plate;)
Everything was spot on. You could taste the freshness of it, nothing was chewy or stringy, just tender and melt in your mouth delicious. They offer 1/2 orders or full orders of most dishes, but most things are so good that you start with a 1/2 order just to be classy and then end up ordering another half anyway. Oops!!! – Yes, and maybe I am referring to the mussels…..
I have to say the service we received was also fantastic and friendly, and at this establishment they leave the bottles of wine right in front of you for you to help yourself, no need to order a whole bottle, just order a glass and get in there! And that we did. Yes Sir, that is exactly what I was after to wash my tasty cuisine down with. Thank you very much. My kind of establishment!
I would say if you wake up and find yourself in Mallorca, then take yourself on a date or amuse a group of friends – head to the Mercat de l’Olivar, and treat yourself to a culinary and cultural experience. Happiness is guaranteed to ensue. That just so happens to be an above average day if you ask me!
Once in a blue moon in Mallorca you get those rare moments where the mountains get a nice little blanket of snow. It’s a big excitement here, even causing roads to be shut this past weekend as there was far too many people trying to get to it. For some this is their first real glimpse of snow, for others, such as myself, it is just a tease, compared to my Canadian winter wonderland. However, as I do miss snow and this is as close as I am gonna get at this moment, I was all over it! It called for a day of ‘Me time’ adventures. I could see the snow covered peaks where yonder breaks, and they were all too enticing, so I had no choice but to rent a car and go frolic in it all.
I cranked my tunes and headed straight North on Mallorca island, towards a town called Pollensa. I couldn’t have asked for a more stunning day to do some cruisen, the sun was shining and the weather was warm, a dreamy little winter day. The minute I got to the mountains and there was snow on either side of the road, I couldn’t help but have a massive grin on my face.
I needed to make a pit stop at the gas station along the way to get some juice for the car, I love this gas station, its location, its little gas station ambiance. Look at it, you have to admit its quite a good backdrop around that station. Any time I am on a road trip I always hold out to gas up there. Yup, life’s simple pleasures;)
While I was there I decided to park my little adventure wagon and take a hike. Literally. Seeing as how I was seriously missing some snow action in my life, what would a visit to the snow be without making a little snowman?! Rolling a snowball never felt soooo darn good!
Just past Pollensa I arrived in the breath taking Tramuntana mountain range, all the tops of the mountains had snow, you were surrounded by them, it was so massively awesome. Right before heading up the mountains, I paid a little visit to the Lluc Sanctuary, it just so happened to be staring me right in the face. Oh how I also love an unexpected and spontaneous activity. As long as it’s interesting and/or fun, I am always game!It was the first Christian sanctuary on Mallorca Island, dating back to the 13th century; But I learned its more than a sanctuary, it’s also a secular national symbol. It has also been turned into a hotel of sorts, and you can rent rooms at the sanctuary, there are bontanical gardens(which sadly were closed due to it being winter), a museum, and of course incredible surroundings. If you are not into staying in the sanctuary, there is also a campsite. Always great to have options; Do you want to wake up to the sound of birds or the sounds of a choir? It’s an ideal area for cycling trips, incredible cycling might I add, cycling is one of my fave hobbies. After I gallivanted around the premises a bit, and expanded my mind with some new knowledge, I headed up behind the sanctuary to the top of the mountain to check out the view. The hike itself was rockin my world. Super serene.
After my eyes had their fill I ventured back to the car to continue on my escapades. You can see that the locals were loving the snow pile in the parking lot! It’s awesome that it is such a novelty. It was even one for me!
I ended up taking the ‘Extra’ scenic route back towards Palma through the town of Sollier, on the very windy(wine-dee) roads through the mountains,with nothing less then sheer beauty to set your gaze on. Watch where your going though! Beautiful yes. However, also very narrow, heaps of cyclist’s and cars all over the show. But if you happen to be the wing man, then keep looking out your window and take in as much of the view as you can!Ahhhhh yes…. An incredible Mallorcan day. This Island just continually gets better and better. Happy snow filled days!!
It’s always great when your close friends come back from being away, it just gives me another good reason to go out and enjoy all that incredible Palma has to offer(as if I need a reason). So as you know Lleana’s return only meant one thing, time for a catch up! Ok well two things, there ain’t no catch up without some Vino! Personality in a bottle, it just keeps the convo flowing so much more smoother and entertainingly then without.
We ended up taking ourselves to very cool little place called Soho. It’s very vintage style(right up my alley), and it has Nintendo’s, a couple Sega’s, and even an old school Packman machine. Yes little Petrena got to come out and play. I love how playing these just brought me back to my childhood. And yes I was also surprised at my childlike excitement for it all.
I am not into video games, but these however are a different story! Surprisingly I am not the pro that I once was at these games…. Pretty darn rusty actually, and in fact the game itself kept beating us!? That’s ok though, it’s not always about winning, unless I am putting money on it, then yes, potentially winning would be in my best interest. However in this case, it was just for laughs, that is pretty much my favorite thing to do in life. Laugh. If you were to look at my list of ‘Petrena’s favorite past times’, laughing is number 1. It’s the best medicine, and its free.
The decor inside is very cool, and super inviting, which could be why we ended up pretty much staying there all night! Not only do they have a good pour on their glasses of Vino, but they also have popcorn. They were just ticking all the boxes! Yes another lifelong favorite of mine is popcorn! I love it. Just when you think your evening couldn’t have been staged any better, they break out the freaken popcorn.
They also have nachos if you feel you overindulged in the bottled goodness, and you want to soak up some alchohol. It is typical bar snacks though, so if you are on a health kick I would advise eating a few carrots beforehand;) And as we all know, carrots are good for your vision, so you will also get the benefit of kicken up your eyesight a notch so you can be on top of your game! Literally, so to speak. At one point I thought I would take a break from the vino and do something good for my body and have a tea….. You know, to keep a balance. Although I accidently ordered Brandi instead of honey… Oops!! A delicious winter warming mistake might I add.
Yes I would say if you are in Palma, and looking for a nice chill evening, and a time warp, and a sweet ass atmosphere, then Soho’s is where it’s at my friends.
After hours of basking in the awesome ambiance of the place, catching up on life with one of my nearest and dearest, enjoying the fabulous service, and playing with the local bar kitty, it was time for me to head home and prepare myself for the morning headache. Oh wine, how I love you, sometimes too much… Love can be painful. But soooo worth it!!
‘Carajillo’. I love them. It’s a typical drink here in Spain, and it’s literally just a shot of espresso with a rum called Amazonas. Ok, well it is not always with Amazonas, but any other Rum and it is just not the same, and since I am telling the story, it is only made with Amazonas;) It has been a favorite Spanish past time of mine, and I love introducing people to it, and everyone always loves them too. 100% success rate. Well if you like coffee, and well you gotta like rum too. Otherwise it may not be your cup of tea;) It is a jolt that is for sure, it has been known to put hair on people’s chest’s. It’s origin dates back to the Spanish occupation of Cuba, when the troops would mix coffee and rum to give themselves courage. In Spanish Coraje means Courage, so previously it was corajillo, and more recently carajillo. It’s true though. I do feel pretty courageous after a couple of those bad boys. Just when you are about to rip off your clothes to reveal that your superwomen, you stop yourself, and remember, ‘Oh right! I am naked under my clothes, totally forgot my superwomen outfit, that would be embarrassing, so maybe I will just refrain from letting the feeling take over, and just enjoy the surge of awesomeness. Calm, cool and collected on my stool’.
A lot of times they just bring you out espresso shots, and the bottle on the side, and let you fill your cup. Which I do like, not gonna lie;) Yes, I am a super classy lady! And when I top my glass to the brim, well I do it in a super classy manner, and make it look totally full off etiquette. This time though, the proud barman had it down to a fine art, and he put loads of care into it. Only sad part was that he didn’t have the right rum, so it didn’t totally taste the same for me. But just the little show he put on to make it for us, made it delicious! He made the Espresso and lit the Rum a blaze, and while the little rum fire burned he added the sugar to let them melt together(I don’t normally have sugar in mine, but it was part of the show, so how could I say no).
And after all the technicality he mixed the espresso and rum concoction together, and he proudly poured it into our glasses and presented it to us.
Delicious! As you can see by the bliss that is radiating from our faces. I am clearly in my happy place;) Yes, as per always, just another successful Carajillo experience.