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.
The area around Soller is known for it’s oranges and lemons as well as for some beautiful hikes. And since our kids love hiking we soon found a route that seemed to work for us. We took the tram from Port de Soller to Soller, and from there we followed directions we had found online for a nice walk, first to the small village of Biniarix and then on to Fornalutx. We walked on the old road through groves with lemons and oranges, slowly upwards, surrounded by high mountains. In Fornalutx we walked through the little alleyways of the town to reach the main square. We had brought some lunch, which we ate in the shade, while watching the many cyclists getting ready for a day in the mountains.
The walk back was even more beautiful, this trip took us through old walking paths, meandering back and forth between lemon and olive groves. The change in scenery around every bend meant that the kids didn’t get bored, and soon we were back in Soller where we had started.
After these first 9 km we should probably have called it a day and taken the bus back, but instead we decided to walk back, and at the end of the day we had hiked 16 kilometers. Not bad for kids 5 and 9 years old!
After a few days in Port de Soller the weather was changing for the worse again, and we decided it was time to move on to Ibiza. We prepared for a short overnight sail, by making pizza in the omnia stove top oven, and left late in the afternoon. The sail down the coast was calm and nice, and after dinner, the kids went down to sleep. Esben and I took turns with shifts through the night and early in the morning we arrived in a cala on the north side of Ibiza. We had chosen this place as it was protected from most wind directions, and we spent the next couple of days on the boat mostly, waiting for the weather to calm down again. We were becoming very aware that winter in the Mediterranean was approaching fast, meaning that it was time for us to move towards Gibraltar.