Santa Eulalia

6th-7th June

From Cala San Vicente we motored along the coast to Santa Eulalia where we anchored in the bay for the night. The anchorage is a little difficult. We chose the wrong part of the bay and ended up in an area of sand and rocks. Sand is usually good for anchoring. However, the rocks made the bottom very uneven and we could go from 5 metres to 3 metres and back to 5 metres in the blink of an eye. Not so good! At one point, just as I was getting ready to drop the anchor (in 5 metres), Tony read 2.8 metres on the depth gauge - we draw 2.7. He moved into deeper water before giving me the go ahead. We were anchored, she was holding, but we weren't entirely happy... not with these big lumps of rock all around us.

One of the reasons for going to Santa Eulalia was to try, once again, to book into the marina for three nights from the 10th. We were finding this difficult, not because there was no space but because it seems that visiting boats cannot book in advance but have to take their luck on the day. If there is a space, good and well, if not, too bad. Hmmm. We hoped that turning up in person might help - we had already tried email and telephone - but it didn't.

Santa Eulalia is another of these towns that isn't quite what we remember... more apartment blocks, more touristy. I really must look at our 'first time round' photos. (They are on Tony's computer.) I still liked it. The tourist season is not yet in full swing but there were plenty of people around. The shops... well, if I weighed a fraction of what I weigh now, I could spend a fortune. But there are too many extra kilos. And then there are lots of restaurants, making it even more difficult for me to lose those unwanted kilos. We ate at 'Djangos', a pretty little restaurant/tapas bar just outside the marina, in one of the few older buildings left in that area. The food had a Californian-Mexican flavour. Excellent. There was also a wifi connection, what more could we want.

Back on board Ganymede, we watched some youngsters play around on their boats: there were two windsurfers, three Optimist dinghies and a safety dinghy and they were having such a good time, just messing around, enjoying their boats, being on the water. When it came time for them to go back into the marina the boy in the safety dinghy placed himself in the middle of the entrance thus ensuring the little kids (the children in the optimists looked to be no more than five or six years old) had a tranquil passage... and the huge motor boat that was thundering towards them had to slow down before he reached the children, something he obviously hadn't intended to do.

The night was peaceful and next day, after yet another trip ashore, yet another visit to a supermarket, yet another visit to an ATM, we left to anchor in Cala Llonga, just around the corner.

Oh, I forgot: I also found a book of hikes.