Formentera is spectacular. We spent half our nights in the harbor to wait out strong winds, and rented a scooter to see the island. There were many tourists arriving by ferry from the mainland and Ibiza in the busy little port town, crawling over the main street, buying trinkets and renting scooters. It was sunny and warm, and we explored the couple of harbor side streets that made up the town.
The Formentera harbor turned out to be the most expensive place to berth the boat (in our whole trip) charging for water (which David balked at at first. Coming from Scotland where water is so plentiful, he never considered he would have to pay for it), showers, and of course the slip itself. I think it was about 45 Euros per night. But it was a lovely, if crowded, marina. There were a couple of other small towns on the island, and in one we found a marine shop that had a gas canister for the stove that we needed. It crushed David to buy the part, priced at at least double! Island life.
We rented a scooter and set off to explore the island. As we toured around we kept bumping into a wedding party taking their photos at all the spectacular sites. Music and clinking champagne glasses. It was festive and beautiful. Felt like everyone we came across was on a vacation (which most likely they were). I took my turn driving the scooter, almost running us into an oncoming car on a narrow road. "Break! Break! Break!" David screamed into my ear. But I didn't want to eject us over the handlebars of the bike, and swerved just in time. We laughed with the passing car.
Lighthouses, sheer cliffs, beautiful beaches, quaint villages!