David's daughter Lisa is alright in Manchester. And his sister Sheena is ok in London. It's hard to imagine the upset and trauma that must occur when crazy violence happens so close to home.
David and I have been together on Shalona for about a month now, and every day is different so I can't describe a typical day. But here is what we did yesterday:
We had decided to leave San Antoni, the party town in Ibiza, after we bought fuel, water, and groceries. (The marina made us rent a berth for a half an hour to get water for the boat. Unexpected bonus was using the showers, yay!)
David was lifting the anchor in the morning before I even had my clothes on! We headed northeast and soon had the sails up. But the wind was practically on the nose so we had to motor-sail up the coast. Dramatic Stoney cliffs descending into clear blue-green water. I made David eggs with cream, chives and tomatoes, despite the rolling about. He called me up on deck when he spotted dolphins!
After about out four hours we sailed into the beautiful coves of San Miguel. High cliffs would protect us from the predicted wind and we looked for a place to anchor. There wasn't a good one so we found a buoy and laced our lines through. We had heard that the locals would start charging for the use of buoys by June, but no one approached us, so it was another free night in a beautiful anchorage. We were maybe 150 yards from a lovely crescent beach with pretty green sun umbrellas, and only another half dozen sailboats around us. Heaven!
We lazed about in the sun for a while, then had good, hard Spanish cheese with crackers and cold melon. I was about to go for a swim off the boat but David said why don't we take the dingy over to San Miguel? So we did. The "port" of San Miguel is not really a port, just a one street town with a few hotels, bars, restaurants, and a nice beach. We beached the dingy, walked around a bit, then had a cervesa overlooking the sea.
On the way back to our anchorage the waves where a bit choppy and we were both soaked by the time we got there. Again, we dragged the little dingy ashore, and spread out our towels on the pebbly sand. Surrounded by the muted voices of Spaniards and Italians we dozed in the warm sun and gentle breeze. After a brief swim and more lying around we motored to the boat and I started dinner as David attempted to find, what must be a tiny leak in the dingy. We ate a green salad with chicken, sweet corn, mushrooms and basil.
By by then a few boats were arriving to watch the sunset and a group on the beach had begun playing drums. We poured a glass of wine and watched the dramatic sun setting from the boat. Spectacular! Soon the stars came out and the gentle rocking of the boat put us to sleep.