Julefrokoster have been going on for weeks and there have been a LOT of very happy Danes around town.
And I know I’ve been a very absent blogger lately. I have many excuses but, I suppose none that good.
Last weekend, my work held its Christmas party. Unlike most, for our Julefrokost, the Big Boss flew all 200 of us all down and back on a charter jet to Majorca, that popular not-so-little island off Spain to celebrate the end of the year.
Not, in my opinion, that it’s one to celebrate. But, for 24 hours I forgot about a certain international crisis, crumbling shares and house prices and potential unemployment and simply lapped up about 10 hours of sunshine, temperatures of a comparatively heatwave-ish 15C, seafood and the most magnificent 5 star accommodation in an old castle perched up on top of a hill.
Yep, this was the room
The terrace - and from what I read, I sat in places Onassis, Pss Grace and Claudia Schiffer sat. I could get used to the lifestyle, I can tell you!
I had three baths - I hadn't had one for 6 months, since StockholmI guess I couldn’t have asked for much more
5 comments:
You lucky bstrd.
ok the three baths.... cracks me up! that is what I look the most forward to every time we travel!!
Okay, I definitely need to stop being self-employed (either that or start earning enough to give myself a Majorcan julefrokost).
Merry Christmas! Too funny about the baths...that's the first thing I do when we travel out of DK. Sounds like a wonderful holiday gift from your boss. Are they hiring? Ha!
My grandson (3½) has caught the bath-bug already - much to his Danish dad's amusement.
You'll get over it eventually.
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