After my five days in Marrakech of personal time, that were truly personally therapeutic and necessary, I met a few of the students for a dinner in Marrakech and spent my last night at my hotel in the Kasbah.  On Saturday morning, I woke up for a practice and by 9:30 some of the students had arrived for our meeting and travel to Essaouira.  Right away, I felt an instant ‘role change’ from my personal time to my ‘teacher and retreat leader’ position which was a comfortable and familiar place and gave me a nice renewed sense of living my purpose.  There were 5 students meeting at the hotel and we were picking up 3 at the airport for our 3 hour ride to the coast.  Everything went pretty much right as planned and I was very grateful that flights and people were there!  Maktub, as it is written…. (an Arabic phrase I picked up from reading The Alchemist recently!).
Out driver was a fun Moroocan who had great taste in music and gave us a little insight to the city as we traveled through the suburbs of Marrakech and out to the open space.  It was a very polluted day and we didn’t have much to see beyond the road a few hundred meters in every direction.  Of you’ve ever been on retreat before…then you know about the first bus ride.  People meeting each other, still travel weary and a bit wide-eyed at the new sights, sounds and people.  I enjoyed the front seat post with the driver and listened intently to how the group began the interaction.  They were playing nice together
Our trip lasted about 3 1/2 hours with a few stops and arrival at the Hotel Dar L’oussia was a welcome treat.  It is a great 5 level building just a few 30 – 50 meters to the sea.  They invited the group to a welcome tea and it was nice to get to our new home and feel right away welcomed.  The students were all taken to their rooms and I went off to mine and was very luxuriously and pleasantly surprised at the spacious junior suite that was to be my new home for the week.  There is enough room for me to have my personal practice on a beautiful Moroccan rug every morning without having to leave my room and bathroom made for 3 (even though it’s just me!).
We met for a first yoga class with where only 1 student from Mallorca really knew my teaching.  There are another from Hamburg who took a workshop with me and another from Berlin who made Kirtan…. but the other 9 didn’t have any idea what Yoga, the David Lurey Way , was like… so we made a very tranquilo welcome to your body and introduction to what Yoga is to me.  There were still 4 students coming the next day so I waited for the welcome / introduction circle until the second day.
This retreat is based a lot on faith as I did not know this country at all, or this hotel and what the services would be like.  We are practicing in a meeting room that is actually a good space for practice over looking a small courtyard.  The dining room is a long and rather dramatic arch filled room with great Moroccan lamps and the staff is very accommodating.  But with all these wonderful things, it is still clear that the food on a retreat can make or break it!  I remembered the experience in Italy where it was a heavily carniverous hotel we were staying at and although the food was good, it was heavy Italian food.  Here at Dar L’oussia, there are French owners and chef.  I have requested fish and vegetarian meals for dinner which was already scary to some of the students.  The first few nights have been very good food, but since the students are working hard, the portions seem to be a bit…well…French.  I had a talk with the manager today about it and hope we will have some more food the next few days.  They have a special event and dinner planned for New Year’s Eve which includes a very French menu.  I have requested a nice fish menu for the group and this morning they said if any of the students want to have the house meal, they can…I looked and saw Fois Gras and Duck on the menu and thought to myself…shit, where does it come to the point where I stop ‘projecting my values’ on the students but also feel like I am inviting them to look deeper into their habits.  The compromise I came to was that those who will have the fois gras ,ust sit and watch this clip with me

——the above post was all written before 12/31, and the following on Jan 5.——-

Just after taking some time to write a blog post, some of the students decided to head out for a lunch ad afternoon on the town.  We were meeting at the main square in Essauira and were going to get a nice fish lunch.  Along the seaside, there are about 15 – 20 stalls where there are amazing displays of the day’s catch and dozens of men doing their best to get the groups of tourists into their stalls for eating.  One of our students had been the day before and ‘made friends’ with one of the places so chose their for our group of 10 of us.  We were supposed to have 3 more, but they missed our scheduled meeting time / place.  We didn’t thinkn much of it at the time except for one that was with us who ‘felt’ something must have happened to one of the others who was there with some physical challenges.  The meal was fantastic with delicious and super fresh fish prepared for us and a fun group energy.  After we dined and paid out ridiculously cheap bill for what we ate (about 10 Euros each for full bellies!) I left to take a walk through the ‘souk’ or shopping streets of the town.  I had been wandering around for a bit when two students who were not with us on the lunch called my name from down the street and came up in a hurry.  ‘Something happened to ____ and she is in the hospital with a broken leg’.  Well, that was not what I expected!!  They didn’t have details but told me the hotel staff was waiting for me and two other participants were at the hospital with the injured one.  I quickly made my way back and was met with a flurry of activity…the hotel was under preparations for New Year’s even celebration with workers, tables, lights, etc… and the English speaking manager of the hotel gave me a quick overview that a student fell in the streets, had a broken leg and was taken to the hospital by local police and had 2 other students with her to take care.  Over the next 30 minutes, with the suggestions of the hotel managers and a general hunch, we decided we needed to gather her things and send her to Marrakech for proper medical treatment.  Four of five of us quickly went up to organize and pack all her things and within 15 minutes had her all cleared out of her room.  I went back to the hospital with one of the girls who was with her during the accident and we were at the hospital within 10 minutes more.  While all this was happening, I actually felt pretty calm and collected.  Something in me was still trusting the universe and knowing that all of us were given the lessons we are ready for.  I have all the students sign a release waiver which also helped with my general trust in the situation and I felt clear in my ability to make the right call in combination with suggestions from the hotel managers, other students and the doctors.  The hospital in Essaouira is a pretty simple place.  There were lots of rooms, but they only had beds in them….no other medical equipment or devices…very basic.  When we got to the room where she was, there was a bit of activity with calls to her parents and insurance companies and plans to arrange a private ambulance to get her to the best hospital in Marrakech.  Sadly, the biggest challenge was dealing on the phone with the insurance company which one of the other students was dealing with… what is covered, what hospitals can she get coverage, can the parents access the case…. really an extreme hassle in the face of an emergency in a 3rd world country (subsequently, I am reviewing my travelers plan this month!).  After this dealing and talking with the doctor, who was extremely helpful and great at what he does, we were ready to get her to the ambulance and to Marrakech.  I saw the x-ray of what happened and was shocked to see a femur bone literally broken in half…in two parts witha clean break close to the top.  The circumstances of how and why it happened are personal, but it was an accident and as far as we know not an act of violence or aggression.  When the ambulance driver, who was a sweet old man appearing to be about 60 years old, came into the room, he ran into the door with the rolling transport bed.  I made a small joke about ‘good thing he got that out of the way now’ which got a little laugh out of the few of us in the room…and also seemed a bit scary!  The doctor, nurse and I transfered her to the rolling bed and then they bound her legs together for the 3 hour journey over bumpy Moroccan roads… When everything was all cleared in the room, with the insurance, with the doctor in Essaouira and the parents..it was time to make the transition to the ambulance and the three of us decided that we would send her to Marrakech on her own not knowing what support (other then emotional) we could provide.  The driver began to push her down the hall and yes, foreshadowing in full effect, ran her into the door post!  She screamed in pain and we all could not believe it happened…there wasn’t anything we could do other then calm her down and then steer the best we could to the elevator and then into the ambulance.  We got her and her things all squared away and by 7:30 she was on her way and pretty much out of our hands.  We walked back to our hotel where the other students were having their Yoga class taught by a friend I know from Mallorca who was visiting on holiday and we gave the report to everyone.  When this accident happened, there were lots of emotions around it but what really inspired me was how the rest of the group came together in support of the situation.  The compassion and desire to help was great and I really appreciate the students who were integral in handling the situation calmly and effectively.

So the 3 of us from the hospital made some yoga and massage to clear the situation and literally within 2 hours were downstairs at the hotel with the rest of the group to ring in the New Year.  Although we were all a bit shocked and saddened it happened, the fact that was going to be OK and it was out of our hands allowed us to clear the energy and make a nice evening out of the end of 2008!  There was a band that played, although they were not the arabic music I anticipated, and there was a belly dancer, although not the ‘lesson’s I had requested and anticipated and the meal was mediocre, which sadly was anticipated after the previous days.  But we were there together…a group of strangers to have a Yoga adventure and with a few days of connection already built, had a very fun and opening time together.  We had a New Year’s birthday of one student and got to sing and eat cake and at the strike of midnight made great cheers and hugs and celebrated together as Yogi’s with open hearts and fun attitudes.  The band was a group of young Moroccan guys playing rock and reggae covers (even the unfortunate ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ during our dinner….Ahhhh!!!) and the music selection during the dancing was not much better….yes, I am a music snob and recognize my judgments and attachments here!  So I decided to ask if I could play a song using one of their guitars and the band to back me up!  They said yes and it was great to play for the retreat in this way.

Some wonderful memories:
-The way the Moroccan’s shake hands and touch their hearts when they meet you
-The Kirtan we made by the fire the third night
-The young boy who joined in for a few of the 108 Sun Salutes
-The Hand of Fatima on my neck that was gifted my the students!
-My ‘Moroccan cousin’ with the curly hair
-Delfinito…the wild young one on the beach and beyond
-Jamming on the beach
-Breakfast on the terrace the last 3 days
-Seeing the opening of the students!
-Soccer Legs!!!!
-Chatturanga Breakthroughs for EVERYONE!!
-Watching total strangers become friends for life!
-Last night music party at the bar with Kif Samba

Upon arrival for the first time in a new continent, a new county and a new culture…my first 10 hours of Morocco have been very inspiring.  After an easy 2 hour flight from Barcelona that had me amazed at the truly short distance from Spain to North Africa (I could see both from the plane while over the Mediterranean) we landed at the airport and there was already a different vibration.  A trouble-free passport check led me to the baggage  claim where my bag was already waiting me and after exiting I found my driver already waiting for me!  it was arranged through the tour company that is helping with the retreat and I must admit, it was nice to see my name on the paper coming out of the airport!  The taxi ride into the Kasbah where my hotel is was straight out of a movie (not sure which one/kind though!) and I was welcomed to Les Borj de La Kasbah feeling very special.  Although the next thing I know Miriam the front desk agent tells me I can leave my bags at the desk, which I feel is safe and I do and then follow her to the tea room where she sits me down and asks for my passport.  I gave it to her as she ordered me my first Mint Tea and off she went…and there I was without my passport or my bags sitting in a nice hotel lobby looking like a Yoga teacher hippy!  But really, it was all good and I felt very trusting of the place and my experience there and sure enough she was back in 5 minutes taking me on a tour of this very nice hotel and finally to my room where my bags were waiting for me.

There were rose petals on the bed, bathrobe, toilet, bathroom sink and tub.  Yes!  Finally!!! 
I spent the next little while unpacking and enjoying the luxury of a long hot shower and then went out for a walk to Place Jamaa El Fna, the main square of old Marrakech.  WOW….just walking through the streets was a complete new experience of human living (and I thought I have seen a lot!).  Mopeds running every which way…pedestrians of all shapes and sizes and many of them wearing cold weather robes with pointy hoods, cars plowing through when and where they need and the occaisional horse carriage and bike for good measure.  This all combined with shop lined streets selling anything and everything.

With my Mediterranean looks, many spoke to me in Arabic immediately, and then they come with ‘Hola Amigo’….then in French.  When I finally let on that I am American the initial shock sets in and then I see the look of ‘my friend’ come into their eyes.  I had some nice Harira soup and dates and cashews on the street and the Plaza might as well have been Burning Man!  There were snake charmers, 5 piece string bands in traditional clothes, drummers supporting amateur acrobats and a few other spectaulares all vying for the tourist change.  They were all surrounded by little carts selling dried fruits, fresh orange juice, Harira, tea and some were getting ready for full on shish-kebab style service.

After about 45 minutes of this, I had enough and wandered back to my hotel.  it was there I met Harish, the neighborhood helpful Moroccan to every tourist who walks by.  I knew about ‘him’ and what he was up to from the onset, but he has a nice vibe and is charming despite the underlying desire to get something out of me .  We talked a bit and he was excited to know that I was ‘El Missri’ (Egyptian blood).  I told him I wanted a suggestion for dinner and that opened up a wild ride!  He told me of a restaurant that was expensive but has a nice show…we went and it was like 50Euros for a meal and belly dance show and I was literally the only one at the restaurant.  I said thanks but no thanks and we went out again..  I had told Harish I was a vegetarian and he said that makes it a little harder in the Kasbah to find something and suggested that we make Tagine at his little shop a few doors down from my hotel.  Well…I’m up for adventure and seemed like a safe one so we set off through the Kasbah to get some vegetables.  We picked up a 45 year old man named Abdellatif on route to the veggie stand.  He would be our hired chef for the night.  Harish told me it is better if I give him money in advance so to get a better deal.  I realized we were just buying vegetables and that I was feeling trusting of him so I gave him 50 Dhirams (about 5 Euros).  We found a great veggie stand and chose a nice assortment to make tagine.  He paid and kept the change, which I realized and was keeping a tab!  After a nice brisk walk back to his shop through a maze of the Kasbah, Abdellatif started to work prepaing veggies while Harish and 3 – 5 other men between 25 – 40 were having a loud and good time.  They would speak to me in French which I can understand enough and Harish was making sure that I was well taken care of.  We got a bottle of cheap Moroccan red wine to share while the dinner was prepared and people kept dropping by…the little carpet shop was an action center for the street…and it was only men that came in or stopped by.  Abdellatif had learned to cook in the Army and literally prepared the veggies with one simple knife on the floor of this shop.  We bought a bag of spices and olive oil and it was a treat to watch this meal take form.

I have a nice photo expo of the tagine process posted below and the eating of it with hands ad bread was truly an amazing first meal in this country.  I figured I should come home and spend the 10 minutes to write it out before sleep because tomorrow I am scheduled for a Hammam and Massage at 4 after I make a walking tour of the old town.  And I am certain that every day here will be full of positive adventures so long as I keep my sixth, seventh and eighth senses all tuned in!
Shokran….Thank You!

I’m not sure whether is the ‘busy-ness’ of what I have created for myself here on Mallorca, or the fact that ‘every day life’ without the excitement and newness of new cities, different students and varied landscape has kept me away, but I haven’t really felt like Blogging in the last several weeks.  But today, I am in the airport in Palma in the early morning awaiting a flight to Hamburg and feeling a myriad of emotions to be back to traveling and teaching.
The last several weeks here on Mallorca have literally been non-stop.  I find myself scheduled to the hour with great and exciting things and doing the best I can to focus on the training manual and necessary communications in the interim.
Last weekend Pau, another AcroYoga teacher from Barcelona, came to the island and we co-taught each of our first AcroYoga workshops!  I have had been hosting weekly Jam’s on the beach (which are still happening as of yesterday even in the cold strong wind) and feeling great energy building around AcroYoga and spending time and teaching with Pau was a great experience.  We first met several weeks before when he was here with a Thai Massage master from Japan teaching and there was an instant AcroYoga brotherhood connection.  It was really great and we both felt it.  I told him I had the workshop on the 25th and would love for him to come co-teach with me and he made it happen.  He is a vibrant multi-lingual Spaniard with a deep connection to the teachings of Yoga and currently passionate about cutlivating Acro here in Spain.  As I learned in the Acro Teacher Training, one of my biggest edges in co-teaching is building a shared and balanced voice with co-teachers as I can be rather dominating while teaching.  We arranged a timeline for the class, made a teaching plan and set forth….we had 13 students which was great for our first one and the process was very exciting and also expanding for me.  With my experience leading groups and teaching workshops, I did find myself wanting to support Pau in developing this in himself while not being an overbearing asshole!  This was a good place for me work on that and it worked out well.  There were challenges and there were some timing issues that I was ‘confronted’ with and I kept telling myself:  Equal voice… the students are learning… it ended up being a great success and he will come back to Mallorca at the end of Nov. and we’ll make a whole weekend together!
Things at YogaYou have been really interesting.  My classes have exploded in attendance and I feel very connected to the art of teaching and leading.  The room is a big open space and the students are literally from all over the world, speaking many different languages and coming with very different experiences of Yoga (if any!).  This ‘challenge / opportunity’ means that my classes have been fairly consistent with building foundations of hands and feet, focusing on breathing and learning to listen!  Which are all important qualities for students of all levels anyway.  This week, there has been some nasty weather and class size has dropped off and I took the opportunity to take it up a notch with a few of the classes as only the regulars come to a few classes.  it was exciting for me to get to present more advanced material.  I am really enjoying having consistent students and helping them to develop new awareness in the foundations and in their practice.  I haven’t had this in a while since being a traveling teacher.  It has felt empowering and satisfying as a teacher to see growth and development in all areas of Yoga within a few weeks of consistent contact with students rather then the blast open that workshops and retreats have.  it has opened me to a (slight!) desire to find this some where in the future…and in the meantime, I keep getting invitations to wonderful exotic places and opportunities to keep traveling that are truly too good to pass up! So I am here until the end of December with literally a full agenda of weekend workshops on the island and in Barcelona and the weekdays full of classes, work time, meetings, practice time and social engagements….
There is another aspect of YogaYou that has been really challenging which is a shift in ownership and operations that has felt like I am in the middle of an ugly divorce.  This has resulted in a series of missed communications, an uncertainty of operating systems, roles and functions and a general energetic uneasiness at the studio.  I won’t go into it too deeply, but just to say that it has been tough to get things taken care of and have a positive feeling about teaching at a studio who’s owners, managers and staff are not practicing Yoga on or off the mat.  Sometime the best teachers of what we want to do/be in our lives are those that show us what we do not want to do/be.
In addition to weekly AcroYoga jams, I have held 3 Kirtans in the lat month at the studio and have been blown wide open each time at the openness of the people and the energy we are creating.  I am very happy to have community to chant again.

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I just finished the weekend in Hamburg and feel revived again after getting back to leading workshops and a bit of travel.  Its really interesting how accustomed to this role I have gotten into.  I was feeling great in Mallorca, but just taking one weekend away to be a traveling teacher again has left me recharged.

The workshops were great successes too!  I made Vinyasa on Friday night that was really fun.  Theme:  We are Spiritual Beings having a Human Experience.  Very juicy and good flows…positive vibes as well.  Tobias from Cologne came up to co-teach Acro with me on Saturday and we went out to dinner on Friday and met some friends from girls who live here but I met in Mallorca.  It was good fun to see them…but we made it an early night as we had 2 Acroworkshops on Saturday that were both great success.  I am feeling really inspired and connected to the AcroYoga work and co-teaching with a different teacher was really great.  We made solid outlines, time frames and clea roles and both of us balanced each other nicely.  The students all loved it as well…photos coming soon.  This morning, i taught The Natural Link and once again feel very connected to my Green Yoga work…good stuff all around.

So I go back to Palma tomorrow…I am happy to go back and see people I have been getting close to and spending quality time with very special people there.  And at the same time….after one weekend on the road again, I am connected again to my ‘gypsy’ roots!

Time seems to me moving in two opposing and different directions as I can’t believe I haven’t posted to the BLOG in 3 weeks and at the same time, I just now feel that I getting into my personal rhythm.  Granted, I did post my newsletter which had elements of BLOG posting and takes a long time to write, build, link in, and proofread.  And I have a fairly busy teaching schedule here on Mallorca.

So as I continue to look deeper into my own life for personal growth, the local environment of Palma and Mallorca to raise the vibrations of my immediate surroundings (part of my ‘life purpose’ these days) and to the world for the global consciousness shift….I am finding a WIDE variety of experiences and situations.  Since the last post about the island and the challenges of being a Green Yogi here, I am still finding many of the same situations I posted about about before (plastic…plastic…plastic, trash in the streets, luxury yacht waste, smoking and more smoking, a wide range of societal ‘sleeping’) but I have also begun to unearth pockets of great awareness and a fairly ‘underground’ community of yogi’s, natural medicine people, health consciousness seekers and people with positive intentions.  There is a magazine here called Namaste that I found that not only is pointing me towards the health food stores, restaurants and events….but it’s helping with my Spanish as well! The magazine has shown me there is much more to the island then I have seen in my experience from my apartment to the chicky yoga studio and with the students, who although have great intentions, are quite different in lifestyle then me!  The other day I went to a magical beach sunset with a friend and to dinner afterwards where ‘our people’ were….jugglers, hippies and fun people!  So although I’m still enjoying some solitary time when I can, I have also made good friends with some other yoga teachers, therapists and students who bring a lot of hope and love here.

On the work front, teaching regularly scheduled classes is both great and challenging.  I have a deep desire to offer something unique and special every class and have been teaching various themes and ideas in the asanas while also making sure that the points that I feel are important in the practice are repeated over and over and over again…. Since I am in a bit of a groove with the classes, they have grown steadily and I feel a good connection to the regular students and see their development.  This is exciting and something I miss when I just do weekend programs and special events.  The full time schedule did not impact my practice too much, except this week as I am in a Spanish intensive course in the morning and teaching every evening so my personal practice time has become part of my teaching time.  I’m not a big fan of that as I prefer to be around the room for adjustments but I also feel that it is important for me to have some time to practice mixed with my studies, homework and housework.  Sure, I could be practicing on my own right now, but I am teaching the ‘advanced’ class in 2 hours and will take practice with them.  It’s about finding balance!

I have really been enjoying the advance practice class and am teaching my practice to them….long holds of down dog to start.  lunges….handstands, long headstand with variations and shoulderstand with variations.  Seems to be well received as well people keep coming back .  I also added an Ashtanga Primary Series class to the schedule and that has been well received as well.  I like teaching that and sharing with students where Vinyasa flow can trace its roots.  That also means the Primary Series is part of my practice once a week as well, which my body likes.

My Spanish classes are going very well, although it is a very basic level class and I have a good basic understanding of the language.  I am in a group with 8 other students, mostly Germans, and most could not even ask for the bathroom on day one (donde esta el bano?!?!?)…. I was invited to ‘jump’ to the second class, but I decided to stay in level I to get a foundation….seeing as I’ve been teaching / preaching / living FIND THE FOUNDATION before moving forward in Yoga practice and other aspects of life.  Time to taste my own medicine!  What I am getting out of it is a much better understanding of verb conjugations and some subtle pronounciation things that are very helpful.  Of course, I have become the ‘teacher’s pet’ but I think it’s OK here as I am learning more with her personal guidance and support.  Also, I feel I am helping with the group and that I am a natural teacher…  The class ends on Friday and I will continue on with Private lessons over the next few weeks to get better and better…. The thought passed through my mind that before I leave here, I will make an entire BLOG post in Spanish….and since I published it for the world to see, now it is so!  Before December 23, I will make a whole blog post en Espanol escrivando solo!

I continue to occupy myself with work items as well… booking and scheduling the rest of this European autumn, marketing Morocco and Brasil events and scheduling through 2009…. It’s nice to have time and energy to put forth into my planning.  There’s something in my constitution that really enjoys that.  People say it’s my Moon in Scorpio that keeps my ‘working mind’ busy all the time.  Whatever it is, I also feel it is rooted in deep desire to keep sharing yoga, life music and love with as many people as I can.  Today, I found a printer to make 500 postcards for teacher training in February and I am doing as much publicity for New Year’s retreat as I can.  So far, I have 5 of 20 spots confirmed in Essaouira and I keep my attention on selling the retreat out.

Thanks to SKYPE, I am in steady communication with Mom and Dad and a few other friends who are on frequently.  If you want to chat…hit me up!  davidlurey  ….really!  I was feeling a bit homesick during Burning Man, but that’s passed and I feel really good here.  I do not have the ‘depth’ of friendship of my Bay Area crew around me, but I am making relationships with friends here that open fairly quickly.  Many of the people here on Mallorca are travelers as well so can relate on that level.

I’ve organzed a weekly AcroYoga Jam on the beach that is going great….there are some superstar flyers here and one other base and we are making a great sangha.  the other base is 85 kilos and a big guy, so I am enjoying flying him….and he’s loving it too as not too many people can fly him!  The people who are coming to this are the ones who I feel the most connected to, which makes sense, I will work on a new location for the next few weeks when the rain is supposed to start.

This Sunday the 21st is UN World Peace Day and Global Mala….I am organzing 108 Sun Salutations on the beach in the morning and 108 minutes of Kirtan in the evening at the Yoga studio.  It will be interesting as most of the students here have never done Kirtan before.  It will be nice to support them in opening their voices in the name if the divine (although I will keep it ‘digestable’ for all levels of spiritual seekers!).  The 108 Sun Salutes should be nice too, but I am making it a 10:30 AM which is SUPER early for Spain.  However, I think some dedicated and curious yogi’s will come.

Oh, one other thing before I sign off….I have been listening to MC YOGI’s new album that I got off iTunes.  Holy shit, Nicholas has done something really special there!  If you like fun conscious hip-hip, you’ve got to check it out.  All the songs are great, but he has one about Mahatma Gandhi called ‘Be the Change’ and I have been listening to it a lot because it’s what I’m up to here!  So thanks, Nicholas!  Nice work!

New photos on the Mallorca Photo Blog from flying friends and other things….I have not been taking to many photos as this feels like my ‘home city’ for a while….but I will shoot some in the next weeks and get them up for everyone.  However, there was a rainbow outside my balcony on Sunday morning and it looked like this!

Light and Love > David