I had a great time on holiday, although many things went wrong. I'll go into that later. The main thing i wanted to mention was the terrorist attack that occurred in the very resort I was staying in on Thursday.
Back in 2003, my parents went to Benidorm, and while they were there 3 bombs exploded in various hotels. It seems a long time ago now, I can't even remember whether people were hurt, or killed or both. The thing was though, I didn't know about it when it happened. I'm not very good when it comes to the news. I've admitted that before. But I remember that my parents were the last to know about it pretty much, despite being nearby.
That is pretty much what happened to me in Majorca. We didn't know anything was wrong until my flatmate text me on Friday morning to ask if we were okay as a car bomb had killed two policemen in Palmanova - which was where we were. This had happened on the Thursday afternoon. The next thing my brother in law had phoned my sister to check we were okay, then Mich text me too to check I was okay.
We honestly hadn't a clue. People in the next resort said they had heard the explosion. We had heard nothing. The airport had been closed down for several hours. We knew bugger all about that either. On Friday, not long after we found out, a German journalist tried to interview us as we lay on the beach. We didn't co-operate. What could we say? We hadn't known anything about it until an hour or so beforehand. Even now, I still don't really understand what went on.
All I know is its weird to be so close to something like that . . . and yet only find out when someone back home tells you. Just shows sometimes you can be right in the thick of something and have no clue at all . . .