Time was ticking, and the weather was getting progressively rough in the Mediterranean, so from Ibiza we decided to make the trip to Cartagena on the mainland of Spain in just one go. So far we had only done trips of one night this year, so going for two nights was not only good for moving fast, it was also good to progressively make longer trips before the trip from Morocco to the Canaries.
Port de Soller was located only a few miles down the coast, so we sailed down early in the morning, and were soon anchored in a very crowded, but very nice and protected anchorage. Once again, the sun was out and we could go swimming in the warm water. Continue reading
Finally we had enough wind to move by sails instead of by engine. Due to the last days’ mistral, the sea wasn’t exactly calm though, and since the wind was pretty much coming from the direction we were going, it became a pretty miserable trip from Barcelona to Mallorca. We started in the evening, to let the kids sleep most of the trip away. And while Esben got some sleep the next day after an uncomfortable night shift, Runa, Mattis and I slowly watched the mountains of Mallorca grow in the horizon. Late in the afternoon we anchored in a small bay close to Port de Pollença in the northern part of the island, surrounded by mountains. The anchorage wasn’t completely sheltered, as wind and waves came from different directions, but the clear water and sunny skies soon had us all relax and go for a swim. Continue reading
We motored down the coast over night to get to Barcelona before the mistral once again hit the coast of Port Lligat where we had been moored for the past few days. This time Runa and Mattis decided to join me in the cockpit, while Esben tried to get some sleep. Spending time in the cockpit might not sound remarkable, but for Runa it is, as she is normally lying in her bed throwing up in the beginning of an overnight sail. But this time we had a nice evening together, and as the kids woke up the next morning we could point out landmarks like the Sagrada Familia, as we were approaching the city of Barcelona. Continue reading