Tuesday, 11 February 2020

Unpredictable January

January 2020

January was a funny old month, quite unpredictable, very much like the weather. 

After the celebrations of New Year and Kings Night, we cracked on with some of the jobs we've got on our never ending list for Offbeat's winter  maintenance.  For those that own boats, you will appreciate how overwhelming that maintenance list can be.  With only about 11 weeks to go before we plan to set sail on our summer adventure and to save our sanity we've broken it down into three categories: absolutely must do before we leave; nice to do if we have time; no hope in hell! There are still a lot of jobs to do before we leave, but at least it feels 'do able' now.

January wasn't solely a month of work, there was quite a bit of play too.  

Donna and Teresa
Wine had been consumed! 
My dear friend Donna and her husband Michael arrived in Estepona in the middle of January. They are currently touring Spain in their camper van, so stopped over to spend some time here.  It was lovely to see them again and to spend time catching up.  We lunched at one of our favourite restaurants overlooking the blue waters of the Mediterranean and then, with the sun beating down on us, we walked along the prom into Estepona to show them our beautiful town.

Unfortunately I didn't get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked as the next day I headed back to England to surprise my daughter Alex who would turn 30 on the 18th January.

The Birthday Girl

This is where the internet really came into it's own. I was able to arrange a surprise party for Alex all via the internet.  Food booked via Marks and Spencer and everything else via Amazon. It all worked perfectly and we had a wonderful little party with family and friends.  I was completely amazed that everyone kept the surprise party and my homecoming a secret and as expected, there were tears!

The Family

Girls Reunited! 

Anma with her precious little ones!

It was only a flying visit and I headed back to Spain on the Sunday, but I had a great time catching up with family, my girls and my beautiful little people.

Back in Spain and I came home to find Mark had done his back in again. He says it was from lifting the dinghy, but I do wonder if partying with Donna and Michael in my absence may have contributed! 

By Wednesday he was in so much pain that he booked to see an Osteopath who was recommended by our friend Isaac. I have to say he was very good. Mark went in bent over and hobbling in pain but came out upright and walking normally. Mark has had three more sessions and is now a lot better.

Storm hits Estepona and Offbeat
Storm hits Javea promenade 
One of the things that is very unpredictable this time of year in Spain is the weather.  Wednesday was beautiful sunshine, but Thursday saw the start of the storms that would last for a few days. We were lucky in Estepona, we got off quite lightly compared to other parts of the country that were hit by gale force winds, thunderstorms and torrential rain.  A record wave of 15 metres was recorded in Mallorca (the height of a tower block) and there was extensive damage all along the Spanish coastline.  Saddest part of all was eleven people died in the storms.

Closer to home and Malaga was caught by a freak hailstorm,  which dumped just under 1 metre of hailstones in the city.  We did have hailstones in the marina too, with a very fine layer covering the deck of Offbeat, but they soon melted.

The one good thing about the storms was that it cleaned down the decks.  I had been sanding the hatches and there was residue sand on deck but it disappeared with the rain and I was saved the job of scrubbing the decks!

By Sunday calm had descended and we took time out from working on Offbeat to go out to sea with our friends Richard and Edita on their boat. After 4 days of foul weather and confined to Offbeat we were a bit stir crazy so although it wasn't too warm at sea, the sun shone and the breeze blew away the cobwebs.

Normality resumes!

Sunday, 12 January 2020

Celebrations, coffee and chores!

Sunday 12 January 2018

The last week has been a mixture of fun and work.

The start of the week saw us celebrating Kings Night - 'El Noche de Reyes ' - on Sunday evening. Still suffering  from Christmas illnesses compounded by our, umm, enthusiastic New Year celebrations, we were not able to watch the grand parade in Estepona,  where twenty or more floats distribute 14 tons of sweets to waiting children and adults. We joined in the processions last year and know that they are great fun, but this year we celebrated on board Offbeat and listened to the celebrations going on around us.

Kings Night is a big thing in Spain, equivalent to Christmas Eve in England and most towns and villages in Spain will have a parade, which will end with children giving letters to the Three Kings, letting them know they've been good and what presents they would like.  Children then leave their shoes outside the home so that the Kings know where to stop and leave their presents.

Feeling better on Monday we joined our good friends Edita and Richard and their friends for Kings Day, the equivalent of Christmas Day in England.  Kings Day is a bank holiday in Spain and is the traditional day for having a sumptuous meal and giving presents.  We were blessed by having lovely warm weather so were able to enjoy drinks on the patio before lunch.

After a superb lunch we shared presents, ate far too much Roscon de Reyes cake (Kings Cake) and drank too much port and brandy.  The cake is ring shaped and decorated like a crown, topped with fruit and bursting with either vanilla or chocolate cream.  Buried inside the sponge is a figurine of a tiny king and it brings good luck to the person who finds it. We were rather greedy and ate two cakes, with Richard and Mark finding the Kings, so they wore the crowns!

Next day and it was back to work on Offbeat, but first a bit of planning for our summer cruise.  We have agreed that this summer we will leave Estepona at the beginning of April and head back to the Balearics where we will continue part 2 of our original plan.  Assuming we don't get sidetracked again, we plan to go to Menorca, Sardinia, Corsica and then back to Mallorca where our grandchildren will join us.  We will then head back to Estepona for September when we will meet up with  Mark's family.

With this in mind, we're both conscious that there's only 11 weeks till our planned departure date, so time to crack on. But first, there's friends to see and fishing to be done. So, I met my friend Elizabeth for coffee and croissants before she returned to Switzerland.   We had a relatively early start and with very few people about, we had a lovely long walk along the seafront. It was so warm and calm, it was one of those 'ahhhh' days.

Later in the day Mark went to sea with his friend Isaac in Polaris.  As it was still calm weather there wasn't any sailing to be had, but fishing to be done instead.  Having watched a beautiful sunset, they came back empty handed, they did have a couple of bites but they got away. So, next day off we go to the fishing shop to get new lures and stronger fishing line.  Maybe better luck next time!

And so onto chores. This week we've sanded down, varnished and painted woodwork, washed and dried sails, washed and waterproofed the tent that gives us a sort of conservatory and refurbished the lockers that hold our gas tanks for cooking. Doesn't sound a lot, but prepping for this sort of work is very time consuming and sometimes takes longer than the job itself, especially when you're preparing woodwork or if you have to cut half a dozenscrews to the exact length needed. 

Although there is still work to be done to get Offbeat ready for the summer, it does feel like we're getting there and whilst it may feel like all work and not much play at the moment, if our summer plans come to fruition, we'll have 24 weeks of playtime in glorious weather and spectacular locations. 

Sunday, 5 January 2020

New Year, New Decade!

4 January 2020

Happy new year to everyone who reads our blog. We hope you had a wonderful Christmas and a new year to remember as we start a new decade.

At this time of year I tend to reflect on the year gone by and wow, what a year it has been. We sailed to lots of new and exciting places, connected with the Spanish family that I never knew I had, strengthened our bond with Estepona and the friends that we have made here, shared our life and home with family and friends who came to visit and built this whole experience together with love, Mark and me. 

Excited bunnies!
There were so many stand out moments that it's hard to pin down which one would define 2019, but if I had to pick one it would be bringing two of our three grandchildren to Spain for a weeks holiday. The joy and excitement on their faces when the aeroplane took off from Stansted will stay with me forever.  We had such a great time when they were with us and we really missed them when they returned home. 

Since arriving in Estepona in October we have been busy with working on Offbeat as well as travelling and visiting family and friends in England.

Highlights from our Ceuta trip
In October we joined our good friends Edita and Richard for the annual Real Club Nautico de Estepona sailing rally to Ceuta in North Africa. Unfortunately it was light winds, but at least that means calm seas. Our return journey through the Straits of Gibraltar  (one of the busiest shipping lanes in Europe) was in thick fog! But we managed to dodge the ships and later, when the sun burnt the fog away, our endurance was rewarded by a visit from dolphins.

Anma and Grandad day care in
Rendlesham Forest
Later in October we headed back to England for a week. It was wonderful seeing everyone again and catching up on family life.

We took the grandchildren to Rendlesham forest for the day where we played on the zipline, explored the forest and looked for deer but found hundreds of mushrooms instead.  Oh and built a den out of fallen branches.

Family in Tolox
In November we met my brother Glen and his wife Claire in Malaga and together we visited our family in Tolox. We met new members of the family and the welcome and love we received made me realise why my Dad always yearned to return to his village and whilst he never made it, I can ensure his memory continues to live on with our new family.

Mystical Sierra Bermeja
December and we had two trips into the Sierra Bermeja - the mountains just to the north of Estepona. First was with our friends Edita and Richard to Venta el Refugio which is a beautiful rustic restaurant at the top of the Sierra Bermeja, 1800 metres above sea level. Climbing the mountain in the car, we were treated to spectacular views but the higher we travelled the more we ascended into the clouds. Set at the top of the mountain, the restaurant is very rustic. There is no electricity, lighting is by candle and lamps, heating is by a roaring open fire and food is cooked in the kitchen by portable gas. It was a truly wonderful restaurant with the most delicious home grown and home cooked food we had tasted in a long time. We will certainly be visiting again.  After lunch (nearly 3 hours!) we walked along the mountain path, just as the cloud lifted and we saw the spectacular coastline of Costa del Sol. A truly perfect day!

The hills surrounding Estepona 
Our second trip was more challenging.  Our friend Edita drove us up an increasingly narrow and precarious road to an old forest guard compound from which we walked uphill to the waterfalls at Fuentes de Saucillo. The views along the way were spectacular and we certainly burnt off a few calories. The waterfalls were pretty, with pools trickling into pools for a hundred metres or more.  A place to return to in Spring when the mountains of Sierra Bermeja have absorbed the rainfall and moisture and is setting it free once again into the cascades that Edita described to us.

The Dream Team!
Flights booked for our Christmas return. I flew back on the 18th December and Mark flew back on the 23rd so that he could take part in the December regatta with the Estepona sailing club.  He crewed on our friend Isaac's boat. In strong winds gusting at 30 to 35 knots Mark, Isaac, Richard and Richie (Richard's son) had a blast, sailing Polaris to her limit and overtaking much bigger boats. Mark was still ecstatic when he arrived in England on the Monday and, three weeks later, Spanish aquaintances are still talking about the English crew forcing Isaac to have too much sail up. And Mark has learned a new Spanish word 'temerario' which means daredevil. Or reckless. Or foolhardy. Mark prefers the former.

We spent Christmas with family and friends. Christmas is such a magical time for me, I absolutely love it. I love meeting up with family and friends, eating and drinking too much, playing games and laughing until my face aches and mostly being with our children and grandchildren and watching the Christmas magic consume them.

I cannot believe how fast the grandchildren are growing and know it will only be a matter of time before the mystery of Christmas will be no more, so we need to savour and treasure these moments as much as we can.

Special day out with the Grandchildren 

Pre Christmas treats
Family Forever!

Growing up too quickly
Boxing day fun

It started so well!

We came back to Estepona to end 2019 and celebrate the new year and new decade in Spanish style with our Swedish friends Elizabeth and Tim. Oh my, what a night that was! 

As you can see by the photos, we started out sensible and then partied hard until the early hours.  We were the first to arrive and last to leave!

It was such a beautiful night we walked home and didn't see daylight until the afternoon! 

And so to 2020. What are our plans, hopes and dreams for this year? Well, truth be told, we haven't got a firm plan yet. Plan A is to finish off sailing round the Balearics then on to Sardinia and Corsica and Plan B is sailing along north Africa over to Malta and then Sicily. All we do know at the moment is that we plan to leave Estepona sometime at the end of March or beginning of April and return in September to celebrate Mark's mum's 80th birthday out here in Spain.

Work work work!
We have been working on a number of projects since arriving in Estepona,  and we still have a worryingly long to-do list before we set off on our summer cruise.  Things we have worked on include: improving the engine exhaust system, lots of work on the sails and rigging, insulating the fore peak roof against the summer heat and varnishing the outside woodwork. 

Cockpit mayhem
Often I will come back from a walk or shopping to be greeted by this sight as I step into the cockpit.  Good job I love him so much.
(Good job I love you so much, Mrs P,  that I want to make our boat strong enough to give you adventures on the high seas for years to come!)

As if this wasn't enough, Mark has also been helping his friend Isaac fibre glass holes and refit windows on Polaris. It's a peculiar vice he has, continually fixing things. And people are continually amazed at how many tools and spare parts are stashed away in Offbeat. 

As we move forward and maximise our remaining time in Estepona, Mr P has drawn upon his project management training and experience, created prioritised lists of jobs to be done and a time schedule of what and when we'll do them, a carefully calculated and, oh, whatever. Manana.

Offbeat 2020
Luckily at Christmas Mark was gifted by our granddaughter Millie a technical drawing of how Offbeat should look before we set sail in the Spring,  so we are working towards this goal. 

We think that an inflatable unicorn floating behind us might compliment the look as well. Oh, we now have one of those too. Thanks Jo!

On a final note for this blog, I'm not one for new year resolutions anymore. I can't be doing with beating myself up when I don't stick to them. So, this year I'm calling them aspirations. Firstly to try and keep on top of my blog 🤔, secondly to achieve my goal of doing a 5km run 🙄 and thirdly, to continue enjoying life to the max!

Monday, 11 November 2019

Treasures in the mountain - Valldemossa

July 2019

Steeped in old world charm, Valldemosa lies in a valley in the midst of the Tramuntana mountain range and is the highest village in Mallorca.  It's a small village, with approximately 2,000 inhabitants, but home to thousands of visitors during  the course of the year. 

The last time I had visited Valldemosa was with my Mum, just over thirty years ago, so for me it was a poignant trip down memory lane.

Views of the plains of Mallorca and
 on to the Mediterranean 
Set in beautiful countryside, with panoramic views of Mallorca and the Mediterranean, it is a popular destination for tourists and hikers.The picturesque streets of Valldemosa are decorated with an abundance of brightly coloured bunting, giving you a feeling that life in the village is one long fiesta.  

Decorated streets of Valldemosa 
It's the sort of place that is perfect for sitting in the shade, with a glass of wine and tapas and watch the world go by.  Which is exactly what we did before exploring the streets and soaking up the views!

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Valldemosa's claim to fame is that Chopin and George Sands stayed at Real Cartuja de Valldemosa, the infamous Carthusian monastery where they spent a winter in 1836 and where George Sands wrote 'A Winter in Majorca'.  The monastery is open to tourists and houses the piano that Chopin used whilst in residence.  I think our claim to fame maybe that we were possibly the only tourists who didn't go in the monastery!

Santa Catalina shrine

Valldemosa is also famous for being the birthplace of Santa Catalina Thomas, the patron saint of Mallorca. Walking past the houses through the village, most have a plaque by the front door which depicts Santa Catalina.  Whilst exploring the backstreets of the village, we came across her birthplace which has been turned into a shrine. Situated in an unassuming position, the shrine is made of carved stone, set in a beautiful gated garden. At first we didn't know what it was as there are no markings or plaques and only by doing a bit of research did I find out its significance. 

Palau del Rei Sanç 
The other place of note in Valldemosa is the Jardins Rei Joan Carles. Set between the monastery and Palau del Rei Sanç (Palace of King Sancho) they provide tourists with shelter from the blazing sun and tranquillity from the hustle and bustle of the streets. A mixture of cultivated plants and foliage intertwined with intricate ironwork, set against clear blue sky, the gardens were quite beautiful. 

Jardins Rei Joan Carles

I spent some time in these gardens, thinking about the last time I'd been in Valldemosa with my Mum and how little had changed in the village, but how our lives had changed so much in the last 30+ years. If anyone had told me then that I would be living on a boat, sailing the Mediterranean I would have laughed in their face. But, as my Mum always said, follow your dreams and live your life to the full and that's exactly what we plan to do!

Thursday, 26 September 2019

Treasures in the mountains - Deià

July 2019

From Puerto de Sòller we took the bus to Valdemossa.  Not only were we going to travel through the Sierrra de Tramuntana, but we would also be going through the small village of Deià.  

This area of Mallorca is very popular with the rich and famous as the seclusion found within the mountains offers residents privacy as well as tranquillity.   Once renowned for its literary and musical residents, it is also now a favourite with actors, celebrities and politicians.  

Set deep in the Tramuntana mountains,  I had always been curious to visit Deià to see what the attraction was and whilst we wouldn't be stopping and exploring,  I would be going through it and get to see it.

As you can imagine, this was not Mark's thing at all, he couldn't think of anything worse. But, the temptation of travelling into the mountains and seeing the landscape that we viewed from the sea was enough to entice him along.

Sierra de Tramuntana 
He was not disappointed.  From the moment we left Sòller and started to climb the hillside out of the town, we knew we were in for a treat. And, what made it even better was, he wasn't driving.

Views of the Mediterranean
 from the hilltop
Up and round the windy road we went, with me holding my breath as we took hairpin bends. The spectacular views just kept coming and we were sitting on the right side of the bus to get some amazing photos. 

It seemed incredible to think that only a few days previously we had been sailing along that coast and pas Cala Deià in our little yacht wondering what the views would be like 'from up there' and here we were, looking 'down there'.

Cala Deià 

The mountain road finally left the cliff edge and started to head inland and onto the village of Deià. Set in the shadow of Teix Mountain, we had great views of the mountain and village as we approached it.

Driving through the village, with it's incredibly narrow roads, it certainly did look picture postcard, but for me a bit too cultivated for tourists.

Deià village

Deià in the shadow of
Teix Mountain 

The village only has 600 residents, but given the number of houses, together with cafes, shops and hotels you couldn't help but think that the inhabitants were there to serve the tourists and rich and famous celebrities that descend upon the village in summer months and that any building development taking place was to satisfy the demand of holiday homes rather than local demand.

I'm glad that I finally got to see Deià and as beautiful as it is, I felt it was soulless and cant say I'd hurry back there. 

Tuesday, 24 September 2019

Treasures in the mountains - Sòller

July 2019

Puerto de Sòller is a beautiful little port on the northern coast of Mallorca.  Sòller was once a very affluent area and was renowned for growing and supplying oranges, lemons and olives.  The port, once a major link to Europe, is now a very unassuming, quaint little port, reminiscent of a bygone age with grand hotels and a tram, which links the port to the main town of Sòller three kilometres away.

Puerto de Sòller 

Tucked into the foothills of the Sierra Tramuntana, Puerto de Sòller was an excellent place to shelter from any weather fronts that may arise.  It also has excellent links to other parts of the island, including Palma, so made a great place for us to use as a base.  We loved it so much there, we ended up staying for nearly two weeks.

First on our list of places to visit was the town of Sòller.  It was one of the places that I wanted to revisit and show Mark as I fell in love with the town many years ago.  

All Aboard!
From our anchorage we had first class views of the little tram going back and forth to the town.  With the toot toot of the whistle as it went around corners it looked great fun, so instead of walking the 3 kilometres, we took the tram. We were not disappointed. 

The journey on the tram to the town lasts about 25 minutes and during this time it slowly climbs the hills up into a valley in the Sierra Tramuntana, passing through small hamlets along the way.  It was a great way of seeing these places although there were times during the journey when it was so narrow, you would see people virtually holding their breath, whilst pressed against the walls of buildings.  I wonder if the locals enjoy it as much as the tourists!

Oranges, lemons and mountain pine!
It also took us through some of the most beautiful landscape, with orange and lemons growing in the fields and along the track.  Our eyes were also treated to glimpses of the imposing mountains in the distance,  whilst the smell, fresh air, citrus and pine was intoxicating.  If only I could bottle that,  I could make a fortune!

Plaça de Constituciò
Once in the town, the tram took us through the main square and past the very grand church, evidence of the affluence that once prevailed and onto the tram/train station.  

The Sòller tram at the station
The tram/train station has been restored to its former glory and is home to Ferrocarril de Sòller, the company responsible for running the trains that runs between Sòller and Palma.  It is also home to art collections from Picasso and Joan Mirò, both of which are open to the public free of charge. 

Town Hall and Church

A short walk down cobbled streets took us back to the main square, the Plaça de Constituciò, which really is the heart of the town.  It is home to the church of Sant Bartomeu and takes pride of place.  To the east of the church is the very grand building which is home to the town hall, but for me, it was the building to the west of the church that captured my attention.

Banco de Sòller 

Home to Banco de Soller is a remarkable building designed by Catalan architect Joan Rubio i Bellver, who was a follower of Antoni Guadì.  I could certainly see similarities in the design of the building and the ornate ironwork.

As you would expect in an old small town set in the hills, the streets are very narrow and can mainly only accommodate one car at a time. However, the buildings that lined these streets have obviously been maintained and cared for over the years and demonstrate a sense of pride that still prevails in the town.

Ornate buildings and mountain views

Walking through the streets of Soller, you couldn't help but get a sense of what life once was in this beautiful little town.  Even on a hot day in July, with the hustle and bustle of tourists, there was a quiet serenity to the place and if it all got too much and you needed solace, you walked to the end of the street and into the mountains! 

Sunday, 15 September 2019

En route to Puerto Soller

July 2019

Following our stay in Puerto de Andraitx we headed out to start exploring the north coast, from Isla Sa Dragonera to Puerto de Soller.  I had visited Soller a few times as a young girl and wanted to show Mark the beauty of Soller, Valldemossa and Deià.

Leaving Puerto de Andraitx early afternoon we knew that we wouldn't get to Puerto de Soller until way after sunset, so we decided to take our time, enjoy the scenery and drop anchor along the way.

Isla Sa Dragonera
Hurray, the wind was with us and although the forecast was for variable winds, once outside the shelter of the harbour entrance, we had a light south westerly wind with a 0.5-1.0 metre swell, which made for comfortable sailing. So, with foresail and mainsail up I had a happy skipper! 

It took us about an hour to get to the entrance of the channel between Isla Sa Dragonera and the mainland.  With the wind as it was, we downwind gybe tacked to keep up a decent speed and reduce the risk of gybing in the 1 metre swell funneling in the channel.

Unfortunately the wind died before we reached the end of the channel,  so it was back to chugging along on the engine, but at least we'd had a couple of hours sailing. 

Coastline from Isla Sa Dragonera 
Once we had got through the passage between Dragonera and the mainland, we were greeted with spectacular scenery.  Talk about rolling hillsides, this was just mountain upon mountain upon mountain. 

I had an inkling of what the scenery would be like, having been over it by land, but nothing could have prepared us for just how jaw dropping beautiful it was.

We carried on motoring for another couple of hours.  The scenery was enough to keep us occupied and the time soon past, but as it was starting to get late, we needed to find somewhere to drop anchor. We saw a number of boats anchored in Cala de ses Ortigues, which is east of Punta de na Foradada, so went in for a look. 

Cala de ses Ortigues
Although the anchorage was quite crowded when we arrived (around 30+ boats),  we knew by experience that by 20:00 it would be practically empty because most of the boats are either charter boats or boats owned by locals who take their families out for the day or have groups of young people on them listening to music and just having fun. 

With this in mind, we dropped anchor in 14 metres of sand in this beautiful bay with a backdrop of woods and inland cliffs.  And yes, by dusk it had cleared out and with no one in close proximity to us, Mark dropped our stern anchor to stop Offbeat rolling with the waves in the night.

All that was left to do was settle down for supper and another beautiful sunset.

The next morning we woke to find that there was only 4 boats (including us) in the anchorage.  We felt very lucky to be waking in such a glorious place, with water that was so clear you could see the ripples of the sand.  

I should say that by now, the daily temperature was in the mid 30s and night time temperature didn't fall to much below 27 degrees.  Humidity in the boat was a constant battle, ranging from 70 to 85% most of the time.  So, with crystal clear blue water enticing you, there was nothing for it but to jump in and have a glorious swim before breakfast.

After our swim and breakfast, we headed out of the cala.  We had noticed the previous night that there was some sort of fishing installation in the northern corner of the cala, but didn't really take much notice of it.  However, on our way out Mark saw something  very similar to a dolphin fin swimming in the marked area.

He told me about it as we headed out, so I got the binoculars to have a look.  I couldn't see anything but Mark couldn't leave it, if it was a dolphin he wanted to do something to help release it.  

So we headed back in and saw quite a few people either on paddle boards or in dinghies around the fishing area.  One who spoke good English confirmed it was a dolphin and explained that divers were in the water opening the trap doors so that it could get out.  Reassured that rescue was at hand, we headed out of the cala and headed north.

Rolling mountains of
Sierra de Tramontana 
There was a bit of westerly wind, albeit very light, so Mark raised the Foresail, but then replaced it with the ghoster.  We sailed with the ghoster for a few hours, but after being at the helm for a couple of hours (whilst Mark had his siesta) and only doing 1 to 2 knots, we took the ghoster down and put the engine on.  Don't get me wrong, I too love the tranquility of the wind rustling the sails and the sea gently lapping past, but when you're doing it in 35 degrees with very little shade and the scenery isn't changing, it can get a bit tedious.

Having said that, some of the scenery was outstanding.  From the calas of Valdemossa and Deià, to the rock formation of Punta de sa Foradada and the rolling mountains of the Sierra de Tramontana, we were mesmerised. 

Cala Banyalbufar

Cala Deià

Cala Valdemossa 

Punta de Sa Foradada

Puig Major in the distance
With Puig Major watching over us, we finally arrived in Puerto de Soller late afternoon.  

The Anchorage was already very crowded and as we were setting our anchor, Mrs Bouquet from the boat next to us stood on deck with hands on hips informing us they had 30 meters of anchor chain out.

Puerto de Soller
Boats continued to pour in at a rate of about one every couple of minutes.  The poor woman next to us was having kittens and last we heard, they had 50 meters of anchor chain out.

Ho him, first world problems. 


Now, where's that wine!