I´m so Bored that I went to Spain

Estoy en Palma de Mallorca. I´m in Palma de Mallorca.

And it´s so beautiful.

I will be posting pictures later, but currently, my battery for  my camera is in the United States, plugged into the outlet in my bathroom.

 

Por eso So (sorry, I´m having a hard time shifting back and forth entre languages), there will not be any pictures yet. 

There will however, be a diatribe against airlines workers in the Heathrow  airport.

I flew through London on my way to Spain, and it was atrocious. Every airlines agent I encountered on my long trek across the airport was extremely rude. 

And they also appeared to be extremely racist.

This one guy told a customer she was wasting his time. "You´re wasting our time, my love...What do you want? You want to waste more of our time, my love?"

They were the rudest to the travelers going to and from India, and they kept making fun of them for not knowing English. 

I told a guy they should hire translators and he just looked at me like I was an alien. 

Which I guess, technically, I was.

My favorite, though, was an airlines employee who came and sat next to me for about half an hour before my flight. 

He told me that girls should have long hair, because  that is what boys like. 

Then he asked me what my boyfriend thought of my hair, to which I replied that I don´t have one. 

He immediately replied, "See? Women should have long hair."

And then he gave this whole speech about women trying to be like men and how we cut our hair because we´ve become too lazy and we want to just wash it and be done with it like guys. 

Heathrow Airport: customer service at its finest

After that, though, things got interesting. 

He said that we were friends now, to which I said something like, "Umm...ok."

And then he said, "Maybe I come visit you sometimes."

My brain until I remembered that he doesn´t know where I live.

He then told me that he´s never been friends with a white woman before, that he doesn´t touch them.

Which doesn´t explain why he wouldn´t take his hand off my shoulder the entire time he was talking...

He doesn´t touch them, he said, except for one time, when he had to help a drunk woman across the airport and ella she kissed him. 

And he kissed her back but then told her that he was going to get fired if anybody caught them.

And then she gave him her phone number in Mexico and told him to call and visit her.

But he never has, because he doesn´t drink and so the relationship apparently wouldn´t work.

Because "she was a drunk stranger from the other side of the world" wasn´t a good enough reason...

Luckily, my plane started boarding, so I left the creepy guy and continued my journey to Spain. 

Next time, I´ll tell you about my luggage. 

Bored Game Time!

Answer: The sixth sick sheik´s sixth sheep´s sick. 

Question: What language is spoken in Palma (besides Castillian Spanish/Castellano)