This past April, a wonderful group of friends whisked me away to a secret destination for my “enterrement de vie de jeune fille” or “the burial of my life as a young girl,” known in English as a bachelorette party. I packed my bags not knowing where for. I passed security at the airport without…

My first bite of Mallorca… well, it was Taco Bell. But that’s just because my dear friends know me well enough to know that if I’m ever in a country where Taco Bell is an option, especially as a late night delivery, it will trump all else. But my second bite of Mallorca, that one…