Wait, when was our last blog post?....Oh yea, that day Erin raised her seat a little

Hello friends and family!
This is Amie reporting from a super classy hotel breakfast buffet in Palma! Here's a recap of our last couple days on the road:

Erin caught us up to our arrival in Cala Millor, where we landed a fantastic, spacious, four-person apartment with kitchen and tv for only 45 euro a night! (cheaper than a lot of hostels when split three ways....). As some of you may know, my little brother Anthony took a trip to Mallorca this summer to rock climb for 5 weeks. In his travels, he met a group he calls the "cave people" who live most of the year in coastal caves near a popular climbing spot. Our plan was to follow Anthony's rather convoluted directions and find them by biking to Porto Cristo, finding the bus stop, taking an 11 euro cab, and hiking in a mile or so with a food offering. (Apparently these cave people are legit people, and the area includes many tourists and other females, which we doubled checked with Anthony before undertaking this endeavor.... safety first). Anyway, Erin had graciously taken notes during my skype-call to anthony, recording the necessary information. Unfortunately, determined to keep the paper as safe as possible, Erin managed to misplace the document among ALL our gear, which we realized that mornig. Unphased, we ventured to Porto Cristo anyway. The weather was spectacular, as it has been this entire week. It was only a 10 km ride, and as we pulled into town, the first thing we discovered was the local "Eroski" supermarket chain. Considering that Anthony took "days" to find the supermarket, we were heartened that perhaps the cave people wouldn't actually be that hard to find either. One piece of information that we could remember, was that the cave people live in caves. Therefore, we saw a sign called "Cuevas del Drach" and we followed it. We ended at an 11 euro tourist trap for elderly couples in loafers and heels. So we gave up. We went to the beach, had some oranges, and rode back north via a coastal route. We stopped for a quick insanity workout and ended up back in our hotel, fridge stocked, around 2 pm. At this point, you guys could probably fill in what happened for the rest of the evening. Dinner was delicious sammies and veggies.

The next day was our LAST DAY OF BIKE TOURING (hopeully). This is an especially awesome day for me, since I feel like I've been huffing car fumes for four straight months. Sangria is the national drink of Spain, meaning we were culturally obligated to drink it here. This morning, we still had about a liter of Sangria in our minifridge. It only cost me about a euro, but in the spirit of European thrift, we decided it could not be wasted. We shared a celebratory toast, classily passing our carboard container around. The rest ended up in our bottles to be enjoyed along the way ;) The ride was a perfect way to end our touring days. Perfect pavement, rolling hills, sunny skies, and a breeze (headwind, ew, but I was in the back as usual, so I can't complain). Our destination today was Cala Santanyi, where Mallorca's famous natural rock arch supposedly lives (seriously, google Santanyi Mallorca Arch and/or Chris Sharma, a person is like an ant on that thing). From there, the plan was to bus to Palma, instead of riding an ugly 60 km, but the buses only ran from Santanyi at 1:15 or 6 pm, meaning we BOLTED to the beach and back, and since the arch was not conveniently jutting from the water right at the sand's edge, we turned around and hauled it back up to town. Another fail, but lucky for us, we live in the 21st century, we have google, and we also caught our bus. Last night we found our hotel like the pros we've become (after carrying our bikes up 20 flights of stairs, won't miss these cumbersome beasts....), we had some crappy dinner out, and retired to our usual hotel-room pastimes.

Which brings us to this beautiful morning. Finally, another breakfast compris...which we've all decided will be one of our favorite trip memories. We're all sitting around, drinking our 32nd hot beverage. Today, and probably the next couple days are going to be travel-filled logistical challenges. Here's a quick game plan, just in case our current ETA of 7:45 (PORTLAND, McKayla would like to remind her parents) on Thursday night goes awry:
Today - survive a seasick 8-hour ferry-ride from Palma to Barcelona
Tuesday - find bike boxes (<--- this is the clutch in our plan), somehow get three boxes and three loaded bikes to the barcelona train station, box up the bikes and half of our gear right there, catch a train to Madrid, figure out what we're doing with our boxes, and find a place to sleep.
Wednesday - buy shoes
Thursday - Get ourselves and our luggage to the airport, FLY HOME!
We may or may not be able to blog again, but just wish us the luck we need in the meantime, and don't worry, Erin's a logistical mastermind and already has about 20 alternate plans in the making.
We love and miss you all SO MUCH!!!!!!