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Guest Post: Around the Balearic Islands

Dear readers: The following article is a sponsored guest post written about a place I’ve traveled and loved — the Balearic Islands. Since you know I have this terrible habit of quitting my “real” jobs, this post is an example of a way I might try to monetize this blog without introducing a bunch of pop-up videos and floating ads and all of that. I don’t know if this will become a common sight around here, but when I do have sponsored guest posts, I will always let you know that’s what it is in the title. Also, I will do my best to make sure they’re interesting and informative, and I think this one definitely fits the bill. Click “read more” below the photo to read the article.

If you haven’t been to the Balearic Islands, you should add them to your list. I’d go back in a heartbeat!

Ibiza Town

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I Will Be Spending the Day in the Neighborhood of Make-Believe. Please Do Not Disturb.

I miss the days of pretend.

When we could lose ourselves in a world of make-believe and it seemed so real.

Let’s try it.

Like… can we pretend that my post from yesterday made a modicum of sense?

Can we pretend that I actually planned where I was headed with that post and somehow managed to successfully tie my Sweeney Todd date story in with how people in a relationship can be different, but that’s okay, as long as you both respect those differences?

Can we pretend that I didn’t flee the house, 10 minutes late for work, knowing that I could have written that better if I’d actually left myself some time?

Can we pretend that I did go back and fix it, and that blemish that will likely exist on my blog until the very end of time (along with many, many others) is just an illusion brought on by lack of sleep or drinking 3 cups of coffee before we’ve had anything to eat?

And while we’re at it, can we pretend I’m still here:

Formentera, Balearic Islands, Spain

Formentera, Balearic Islands, Spain

Doing this:

Biking on Formentera

Biking is the best way to get yourself around this island. It’s mostly flat. Mostly. And for the parts that aren’t… well… exercise is good for you.

And eating this:

Formentera Breakfast Frittata

We rented a small apartment just a half-mile bike ride from a tiny grocery store. This breakfast “frittata” is my sister-in-law’s genius concoction of our leftover garlicy pasta noodles, eggs, and whatever else we had left in the fridge.

With these people:

So this is the not-flat part of Formentera. We were exhausted. But it was nothing that a can of Pringles and a spectacular cliff side view couldn’t fix.

Yep.

I think, while assisting realtors in their extremely respected and important line of profession today, I’m going to be doing a lot of pretending.