No joy on reaching Sardinia

Leaving Cartagena was a rough start...the waves were bouncing off the steep sides of the bay and coming every which way, wind blowing right on our nose...slamming up and down....within 20 minutes Hugo was curled up in a ball in the cockpit trying to sleep it out, Maggie was communing with the trash can, and even the cat was throwing up.  Got everyone situated and then had my own private discussion with the sea gods over the back rail. 

Finally mellowed out and we surfed along at 9+ knots all day, but overnight the winds changed and we were motoring into the waves and wind at 4 knots.  Ugh.  But that's why we always try to research several other options before and after our planned destination - that way we can adjust as needed. 

So here we are now, anchored in a lovely little bay on Ibiza, one of Spain's Balearic Islands.  Hard to believe that just a few miles from here are the infamous clubs of Ibiza, home of the rave.  One club has 20 bars and can hold up to 10,000 people!  I'm quite sure we'd never see Maggie again if she was a bit older...



Anchored in Ensenada de Xarraca on Ibiza, Balearic Islands