We began our voyage to Soller using an iron wind (aka diesel). Thanks to our good natured captain, we were able to view the opposite side of the island we hiked the day prior. We reveled in spectacular views of mountainous topography, with sheer cliffs bordering the sea’s edge. As we sit here in Palma awaiting our train back to Soller, we find it impossible to describe the enchanting beauty of this island. We later arrived at Port Soller around lunchtime. After we set anchor, we motored to shore in the dingy. Our party split into factions, separating into Chinese and Indian cuisine. Lunch was followed by a quick bit of shopping, and our young lads received their infamous “walking around money”. Back on the Palarran, the master grillers delighted us with perfectly seasoned hamburger patties, as well as a tuna salad. However, our day’s festivities were not yet complete as we returned once more to land to watch the Euro Cup in a local drinking establishment. In “El Canto”, we witnessed Italy’s victory against England. The few overzealous Brits in the bar were bloody disappointed. Our long but lovely day closed with a splash of Bailey’s, and the rocking of the boat lulled us into a deep, well-deserved sleep.
Love, Emily and Kevin