Meaning of white rose

All happiness depends on a leisure breakfast, John Gunther

Mun ehdoton suosikki ruoka on aamupala. Eilen olikin onnekas päivä ja aamupala treffit sovittu kaverin kanssa. Ja vieläpä mun suosikki kahvilaan, Cappuccinoon. Myöhäinen aamupala kauniissa puutarhassa. Onko mitään parempaa tapaa aloittaa päivä? Tätä paikkaa voin ehdottomasti suositella kaikille Palmassa kävijöille.

Breakfast is my favourite meal. I always, always, always eat breakfast. And yesterday I was lucky to have breakfast date with a friend. And the date was at my favourite coffee shop in Palma, Cappuccino. Late, leisure breakfast at the beautiful garden. No better way to start the day. This place I absolutely recommend if you ever are in Palma. 

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

Nyt oli pakko pysähtyä. Vesimeloni jäätelöä! Oli kokeiltava näin kuumana päivänä ja jatkoon menee. Suosittelen myös tätä kokeilemaan. 

Kotimatkalla pysähdyin ostamaan Herra C:lle valkoisen ruusun. Erivärisillä ruusuillahan on omat merkityksensä. Ja valkoisen ruusun merkitys on avioliitto, hengellisyys ja uudet alut. Mutta enpä kosinut. Vielä.

Herra C oli myös pysähtynyt ostamaan mulle jotain. Leivän. Sanoin sille kyllä.

I had to stop for it. Watermelon ice cream on hot day! Refreshing! Recommending that too. 

On the way home I stopped to buy a white rose to Mr. C. The meaning of white roses is for marriage, spirituality and new starts. But I didn't propose. Yet.

And Mr. C had stopped to buy me something too. A bread. I said yes to that. 

Dinner is better when we eat together

Herra C keittiö vuorossa eilen. Tyypillinen mallorcalainen päivällinen, Pa amb oli. Näytti hyvältä ja maistui erityisen hyvälle. Tykkään ja suosittelen.

Mr. C made dinner last night and it was delicious and beautiful. This is typical Mallorquin dinner: Pa amb oli. Like. And recommend.

Mainitaan loppuun vielä, että Cappucinossa on joka päivä brunssi. Herra C vie mut sinne, ei vaan olla vielä päätetty päivämäärää.

Let me also mention that Cappuccino has brunch everyday. Mr. C is going to take me there, we just haven't set the date yet.

Broken alarm clock

I don't need the usual alarm clock. My alarm is called Baby James. He wakes me up every morning around 7.30. I have never been a morning person. But waking up 7.30 is ok. It could be worse. Like when I was a child. According to the story I was set to 5:30. Every morning. And I woke my parents by saying Herätyskello! (Alarm clock!). Every morning.

Well during the weekend my alarm went broken. I guess its only because we had something to do. And for the first time in months I was thinking I should put alarm on. But I didn't.

We had booked a time to fix a passport for Baby James on Saturday morning at 9:24. Yes, 9:24. Not 9:20, not 9:25 or 9:30. It was 9:24. And Saturday morning its also yoga time for me. Morning yoga is at 10.30. Not 10.24. So anyway, needed to be out from the house at 9:00. My alarm goes on 8.30. What?? 8:30!! Get your yoga pants on, put Baby James ready and find all the papers you need for the  passport. We got out finally 9.15. Not bad to be in Spain.

Strike a pose

Just having fun with the camera 

Ok, then to the yoga. Mr. C said the other day that I should be yoga teacher. Haha. I am beginner when it comes to yoga. I really like and enjoy yoga. But sometimes I even need to concentrate whats right and whats left. Not a teacher material but Namaste Mr C.

Earth yoga studio in palma

Back to the broken alarm. I didn't get it fixed during Saturday so Sunday morning it went on 6.23. I tried to tell him its night go back to sleep but he just smiled at me. And instead of going to bed the normal ten o'clock in the evening, I went little wild Saturday and stayed up till midnight watching movies with Mr. C. Baby James woke to eat in the night at 3.19. After that I failed to fall asleep again. So when the alarm was smiling at me 6.23 (and I only had three hours of sleep and had been up another three hours) I passed him to Mr. C and tried to get some sleep.

Ten o'clock Mr. C woke me. With the best possible way: breakfast in bed. Pancakes with Nutella, coffee with warm milk, yogurt with a cherry on the top. Aaaand twelve points goooooes to: Mr C!

Mornings are for breakfast