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October 14th, 2012 No comments
After leaving Barcelona we worked our way east along the Spanish mainland as far as Castellon.  From there we took a train to Valencia for a day of sightseeing before jumping off to the Balearic Islands.  Valencia has some interesting architecture, but after Barcelona was a little disappointing.

Early morning. . .no wind. . .lots of clouds.

We left Castellon on August 18th for Ibiza, approximately 85 NM south.  With a long summer day, we could still make landfall before sunset even though it was a 13 1/2 hour passage.  As usual we had no wind most of the way, and clouds and haze prevented our seeing the island until we were practically there. 

Our first glimpse of Ibiza was not impressive.

We had been warned that Ibiza in August would be dominated by summer holiday makers–the island’s reputation as party central is well known.  In Cala Basso where we first anchored visitors seemed more interested in water sports than partying.

There were at least a hundred swimmers in a charity sponsored competition. . .

although paddling boarding a/k/a "water walking". . .

came in a close second after just hanging on the beach.

Ibiza, it turns out, has many hidden charms. . .not the least of which is miles of interesting coast with many calas (coves) dotted with caves and unusual rock formations. 

Destiny at anchor in Cala Basso

From Cala Basso we explored caves by dinghy.  Some caves were large and cavernous and others required ducking to enter.

The entrance to this cave was massive. . .

while this one was barely passable.

However, once inside we were surprised to find a large cave and tiny hidden cove.

As you enter, the space gets larger and the light draws you further in. . .

until you come out the other side. . .

into a secluded little cove with crystal clear water.

Along the north coast of Ibiza there are numerous anchorages–both small calas and large bays, although most a quite full of boats in August.  The water is crystal clear and an amazing color.

As Destiny motored along the Ibiza coast toward Islas Margaritas. . .

the cobalt blue (unenhanced) water was 100 ft. deep, about 50 yds. from shore.

A classic yawl against the dramatic coastline of Ibiza reminds us of Maine.

The unusual rock formations draw boats, like bees to honey.

This little power boat is dwarfed by the rocks, but might just squeek through the opening. . .

while this sailboat will not make it under the low arch of Islas Margaritas. . .but he will have a close look.

After a couple of days in Ibiza we were off to Palma to finalize shipping plans for Destiny.  Despite our intentions, returning to Ibiza was not in the cards, but we left the island with a very favorable impression.

We had been told that the Balearics were “like the Caribbean in the Med”.  Ibiza certainly reinforces that comparison with its beautiful water and sandy beaches–if only the Caribbean had such interesting topography.

More on the Balearics to come.

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October 10th, 2012 No comments

October 8, 1945 was a very big day for Kent. . .he was born!!!

Kent was all smiles on his birthday. . .

Now some 67 years later we had the opportunity to celebrate his big day by visiting the little bay at Deia on the northwest coast of Mallorca. 

The town of Deia is set high up on the hillside in the Tramuntana Mountains and is one of the prettiest in Mallorca.  The road that reaches it is treacherous with one switcbback after another as we found out when our friends, Carol and Pat Kelly invited us for dinner at their home in Deia.

At their recommendation, we decided to take Destiny to the tiny bay at Deia, to celebrate Kent’s birthday this year.   The town of Deia is perched high above the bay, and there is a long winding path from the village for the hearty to hike.  Arriving by boat and landing the dinghy was much less strenuous.

From the water, the tiny bay is hardly discernable, except for the small rocky beach and the roofs of two restaurants.

From the bay the village is hidden behind the sheer cliffs, that line the tiny stone beach.  Roping keeps beach goers from getting too close the the area of falling rock.

Deia's rocky beach. . .

has crystal clear water. . .and the danger of falling rocks.

There is one restaurant at beach level and a second perched on the cliff, known as Ca’n Patro March.  It came highly recommended.

Ca'n Patro March is up a steep set of stairs and overlooks the bay. . .

with Kent's favorite view.

Lunch included grilled sea bass and calamari and a liter of sangria loaded with fresh lemons and oranges.

The piece d’ resistance was the wind came up just as we were leaving Deia, and Kent got a birthday sail–even ghosting along at 3 kts. in 7 kts. of breeze he said it was his “best birthday ever”.

As we headed into Soller on his birthday, the "old boy" was looking pretty fit.


and Jolie!!!

Wait until you see what I have planned for next year!!!

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