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Six days and nights in Palma


The swifts speed, chase and soar above Carrer d’Arabi in the warm afternoon; conversation rises from the café tables in the street to our apartment on Carrer de la Confraria de Saint Miquel.

Earlier a busker strummed his guitar hard and sang in Spanish or maybe Catalan: I could not distinguish the words coming in the window. Then an accordionist played ‘Those Were the Days’, ‘Roll Out the Barrel’ and ‘When the Saints Go Marching In’.

We walked around the town, listening to Senegalese music or reggae. Other street performers are elaborately dressed and perfectly still, or appear to levitate as they sit by a pole.

We went to Palma beach and then had a meal at a restaurant where the proprietor was extremely friendly, and gratified that Susie had kept last week’s promise to bring her parents. He showed us all a photo of his son, who lives in England, as a suitable boyfriend for Susanna. He was mortified then to hear, on enquiring about our other children, that we had lost our own son – Pauline showed him a photo of Sean. As we left he was still apologizing unnecessarily for being ‘insensitive’. The food was excellent, as was the proprietor’s English. Continue reading

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Sean on holiday 2

[Extracts from journal entry written on 19 August 2004 … refers to recent holiday in Alcudia, Majorca. Sean had just turned 13.]

Sean made loads of friends, and had two girlfriends – Karen from Wales in the first week and Jenni from Belfast in the second. It seems that he has had relationships with girls before, including one at the Killinkere summer camp earlier in the summer, but for Pauline and me this marked something of a transition in his life and ours. His friends were mainly Irish and English, and he spent an awful lot of his time hanging around with them at the pool and on the beach, and going to the KFC or the arcade. Often we hardly saw him for hours on end.

His friends included Kenny from Belfast, James from Mayo, Shane from Galway, and Tyson, Tiam and Saige from Kent. Susanna was friendly with Caroline (Kenny’s sister), a little English girl named Elody (with whom she duetted on ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’ on a karaoke night), and one or two others. Sean has been chatting with some of his friends on MSN since coming home. Pauline and I got quite friendly with some adults, mainly Irish but also English. Continue reading


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