Was it Thursday? Could’ve been Friday. We were on the beach, sunlounger to sunlounger, Steffi turned to me and said: „Mhmmmm.” I smiled and answered: „Mhmmmm, mhmmmm.” Then we both looked back out to the sea and all of a sudden the to-do lists were deleted from my thoughts. Even the ones I’d made for this holiday.
Two weeks would be plenty of time to get stuff done. For instance, I could sort through my complete picture archive, when I have the laptop with me anyway. Clean up my inbox. Give myself a perfect pedicure, I did bring six different nail polish colours with me after all. I could plan the next 57 or so blog posts. Generally: plan. The work for the next couple of months. Life for the next couple of years. This holiday. We should visit the north of the island, too. Discover remote beaches that no-one has even heard of. Find even more picturesque shops and good restaurants. Take more pictures. Do more!
All of that – gone. With one „mhmmmm”. Even if I spend the next seven days on this same beach, with this exact same view of the sea, and ocassionally fall asleep, it will have been a perfect holiday. Not one that I can write the ultimate Majorca travel guide about. One where it doesn’t matter, not in the least, that I can’t.
At some point during the last week all to-do lists turned into a list of dos. Things that I didn’t get done on Majorca, but that simply happened, without plan, without much thought, without looking at my watch, just like that.