Like anyone coming from a country with terrible year round weather*, Germans love their beaches. But Germans have an irritatingly close relationship with the Spanish island of Mallorca. Parts of Mallorca have become so German that the Spanish are nowhere to be seen and German people, beer and food are sold far and wide. Try finding a paella on the Schinkenstrasse or Ballermann. I have no idea what those places are called in Spanish but they now have German names, German tourists and German beer. In fact, the El Arenal beach on the city of Palma de Mallorca could be the most German place in Spain!
But Mallorca is more than Partyville for the Germans; it’s a pilgrimage sight. A rite of passage, if you will. A few friends of mine got their German passports recently and were planning a trip to Mallorca. I asked them the reason and they told me that it’s something all Germans have to do once in life. Now they were joking, but folks with the amount of Germans heading there, the day isn’t far when all Germans alive would have been to Mallorca at least once.
But Mallorca brings with it that other very German phenomenon: Schlager music. Friends, self respecting Germans will tell you that Schlager is as German as Apple Pie is American. Other self respecting Germans would yell “Nein!” at this comment and try to convince you that only the weirdos love Schlager.
Even if the taste of Schlager lovers is in doubt, it has to be admitted that Schlager has a big fan following. And in Mallorca, it sort of comes with the territory. The self styled König von Mallorca (King of Mallorca) aka Jürgen Drews, Sandy Wagner and Birgit Langer are just some examples of Germans making a career out of Schlager Partys in Mallorca.
I will end this post with one of Jürgen Drews’s creepiest videos and (dare I say?) catchiest song. It’s called Ich bau dir ein Schloss (I will build you a castle).
*Fun fact: as I write this post it is 31°C (87.8°F) and sunny outside. But yes, on average the weather sucks here.