I went in 1969/70. Majorca. Holidaying was just taking off. Was enjoyable - up to a point. We were probably too young. We went for late night beach swimming where locals took our clothes - we covered ourselves in (I think) sunflower oil and saw ‘ live’ markets which we couldn’t comprehend. Went on a few tourist trips and patiently waited for our friends who met local boys. The hotel in El Arenal was pretty basic and we had cockroaches and ants in our room. Oh to be 17 !
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother


