Sails in Spain: Tues 5 Sep - the day after... and they sleeped

Barry and I headed up through the old town of Ibiza, surprising once you get past the tourist shops, it is still an old Spanish town, with families living in the shadow of the castle on the hill and the party-crazed tourists below, a striking contrast.

Breakfast in the town, stock up on food, water, wine and ice, and we are off, back into the blue sky and azure seas.
Now we are back on the water, it really feels like we are home again having left the crowds of Ibiza town, odd how you get so used to the movement of the water, watching the winds and gazing into the seas. Bloody hard to beat this retirement thing!
Destination today, some fantastic restaurant in some beautiful bay no doubt what Javier has in mind for us.
We are now motoring, the wind has died completely. Grant is sleeping, the captain is sleeping, Jim’s duracells have finally failed him, Barry is snoozing, I am studying and Javier is checking his lines and the blow up pilot is steering the boat. The auto pilot is our best friend, you set him and forget him.
This evening we reach Cala Codolar, my last bay. Today we meet the jellyfish again, so no swimming except for the loony French man in the boat next to us. This bay is quite built up with various holiday homes and flats for tourists.

Tonight Javier cooked Tortilla, a Spanish omelette with potatoes, yummy, with a fresh salad and of course cheese.