After a raucous 8-day
party trip with the family, this hostess/participant was a little tired, to say the least. My Dad, C., Ry. and I woke up around 4:30 am, drove the curvy mountain roads back to the Palma airport, said our goodbyes and were on our way.
After arriving in Maó, all I could think of was a hot shower, breakfast (and returning my books to the library, let’s be honest.) BUT…life had other plans for me. R., who was still in Es Migjorn at the
country house camp, called to inform me we would be going SAILING.
Exhaustion or novel experience? Nap with the neighbor’s howling dog or sea breezes? Buy new shoes or eat on a boat? Believe me, it was actually quite a tough decision, but I am glad I took the sea less traveled.
On the boat, we were met by our very vibrant (and FIT!) 65-year old skipper and learned all about his 30-year old sailboat (with which he’s sailed all around the world.) He also told me about my worst nightmare: lying the boat flat, sails in the water, in a particularly bad tempest in the Mediterranean (which, apparently, is the worst sea in storm because the short waves break hard). After (or was it before?) these sailing stories, I stretched out and said goodbye to the world for about an hour for a nice solid siesta, waking myself with a nice jump into the sea. We had anchored near L’illa del aire, so it was an easy swim to go to the little caverns surrounding it.
Lunch was delicious, too. Indian rice with six spices (cinnamon, star anise, cloves, coriander and what were the others?) and pan-seared fishies (not from the water…from the fish market). The cups overflowedeth with wine, beer, and bottled water and naturally, no Spanish party could be complete without olives and embutidos-little chorizo things. (Unfortunately, there was no chocolate, but I took one for the team.)
C. and S., my Dutch girls.
D. snapped some underwater pics (and sans-goggles, I wasn’t underwater all too frequently) and P. & A. (a documentary film husband-wife team) snapped all of the pictures with the snazzy effect.
On the ride back to port, I even sat at the front of the boat for a while, but retreated once I felt sufficiently tossed around. All in all, it was a successful day and I didn’t get sunburned, which made it even better!
(And, a shout out to Max for his superb show with Man Ex Maquina the following night at El Claustre. It was one of the most entertaining concerts I’ve been too. R. and I both were wow-ed by the show. When/If they come to the States, get your tickets!!)