Since I am traveling solo with P back to California today, I thought I’d post about our travel to and arrival in Mallorca. The trip was good prep for the flights back to California, as it gave me an idea of what to expect and how to pack for our trip.

As of the time this posts, I will be well on my way back to California already. Prim and I have a very quick layover in Chicago, where we will somehow have to de-board, clear customs, and make it to our new gate and onto our plane all within an hour and 25 minutes. (Have you been to O’Hare before? With a toddler? Shoot me.)

Anyway, when we arrived at Schiphol to head to Mallorca, we spent a solid chunk of time getting through security. We are not “priority” boarders, and Schiphol apparently doesn’t single out people with small children to try and fast-track them through the lines, so we had a nice half-hour of queueing and attempting to keep Prim from losing her mind. Once we got through security, we headed to our gate and let Prim roam around.

Prim became fascinated by the moving sidewalk, so we spent a solid chunk of time going back and forth on the conveyers near our gate.Once we boarded, Prim was well past her usual nap time and was getting into that “I’m tired and overstimulated” mode. She was on the verge of losing it for it a bit, but I managed to nurse her and finally got her to pass out for a bit. That right there was like the calmest 20 minutes of our flight.

The rest of the flight was KC and me trying to keep Prim from howling by any means necessary. We were somewhat successful.

Once we arrived in Mallorca, got our luggage and secured our rental car and drove the hour to our hotel while Prim napped in the car most of the way. (Why she can’t manage this on a plane? I have no idea.)

Finally getting to our hotel was such a treat, as we were greeted by this view from our room:

The hotel had left us an ice-cold bottle of cava, which was so nice and so terrible — pregnancy!Prim was mostly stoked about the all-you-can-eat buffet, which we headed down to for dinner shortly after arriving: This girl loooooves to eat. And a buffet is kind of the best with a toddler — just load up a plate with a bunch of stuff and see what they eat, right moms?? What a dream!

After dinner we took a walk down to the beach near the hotel.
It certainly wasn’t the worst day of travel we’ve ever had, and here’s hoping that my flights back to California are just as smooth (if not a little easier… ha.)