When I returned from America Joseph and Zimbabalooba were still in Mallorca. We spent a relaxing 2 days and two nights at a Marine Reserve in the island of Cabrera . One has to reserve a mooring ball in the reserve in order to stay the night. It was a beautiful place and we met some lovely English boaters as well as some Irish men. We spent the days hiking and swimming. I really enjoyed the quiet that the environment had to offer.
When our two days were up we headed back to Island of Mallorca and spent an evening in the Porto Cristo. They had some nice facilities so we did laundry and took showers. The dryer did not work so I made a clothes line that ran the length of the boat, inside! It was raining so we were able to go into town for some drinks. The following morning we did about 40 miles and made it to Puerto de cala Ratjada. The rain continued to follow us into the evening so again we were forced to get some drinks!
The next morning we made the 50 mile journey to island of Menorca. We decided to go with a tip we got from another sailor and check out the Cala Covas but upon arrival we could understand why it was so popular. It was a small cala surrounded on all three sides with tall rocky cliffs. There were a lot of other boats and so we decided to go east down the coast a bit and find a less populated cala.
We had amazing luck and found a small cala with one other sailboat in it. It was also surround on three sides and had a beautiful beach. We were able to drop anchor and back towards the wall to put a line to the rocks. I like doing this because that way the boat does not swing with the wind and you stay in the same position all night. There was an older French man next door who was helpful. He was on his own so we invited him for dinner. I made my famous spaghetti bologna. I was worried he wouldn't like it but I soon realized it was the first time he had had meat in ages. He usually only eats what he fishes. He brought over some delicious tuna in oil that he had caught earlier in the day. His English was not great but I really loved talking with him. Terry was a retired Doctor of Medicine and had crossed the Atlantic 35 years ago with his wife and 6 month old daughter. It was cool to hear his story. He did the whole passage without GPS , he only used a sextant! Joseph and I were both amazed to hear this because we rely so much on our GPS. It lights up, has pictures, and tells you which way to go!
We eventually had to say goodbye to Spain...I cried! I have so many wonderful memories from the summer and believe it or not my Spanish is really good. Joseph and I headed to Sardinia, Italy on Saturday September 14th. The journey would take us 195 miles east from Menorca.
Took a break during our hike...caught a lizard eating Joseph's pear! He was sleeping!!! see below... 
Rainy day! 
The three of us! 
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