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This is all about my transition from an American lifestyle and culture to my newest adventure, life in Spain, in the city of Palma on the island of Mallorca in the middle of the Mediterranean sea!! I moved from the USA to Cuenca, Ecuador, South America and lived there for 7 years before moving here to Spain in early 2018. I'll be recapping some of my day-to-day experiences (and mishaps) to highlight what it's like to live here....across the pond...as well as Home Exchange trips to exciting places all over Europe!

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Four Days on the Island of Ibiza - Part 1 of 2

Is it pronounced "EE-bee-zuh" or "EE-bee-thuh"? Or, Eivissa?  Technically, you're all correct!  People who speak Catalan enunciate the letter 's' or 'z' like 'th', as if you had a lisp.  The island is called Ibiza but many people also refer to the primary city on the island as Ibiza as well, which can make it confusing especially if you're making a hotel booking.  Why?  Because searching for 'Ibiza' may give you listings in 'Ibiza Town' (the proper name for the primary city) or in Sant Antoni which is ON the ISLAND of Ibiza but miles away from Ibiza Town.  

The island of Ibiza is the 3rd largest of the Balearic islands, after Mallorca, where I live, and Menorca.  It's 6 times smaller than Mallorca but 5 times larger than Mykonos.

It's well known as a party island where the rich and famous go to gigantic dance clubs (primarily in Sant Atoni) til dawn then be recluse on their yacht,  secluded home, or beach cove during the day.  So, I set out to experience this place (but not the night scene, I'm too old for that) for 4 days.

I booked a ferry to take me and my moto across the 80 miles (mas o menos) distance which took about 3 1/2 hours.  The Balearia ferries look like one-half cruise ship and one-half cargo ship because, in addition to passengers and cars, they also transport a lot of freight trucks to supply the islands.  My ferry, the 'Bahama Mama', holds 1,000 passengers, is over 450 ft long, and holds 126 vehicles.  They're mainly outfitted with airline-type seats but also have cabins you can rent which provide beds, bathroom, and small dining area.

There's quite an impressive network of ferries between the various islands of the Balearics (ie; Mallorca, Menorca, Ibiza, Formentera, Gran Canaria) and to/from the mainland (ie; Barcelona, Malaga, Denia, Valencia).

It was nice to have my moto so I could venture out and about the island whenever and wherever I wanted.  Scouring the island I took almost 200 photos, which I edited down to 126, but don't worry, I'm only publishing a mere 64!!

Heed my advice and do yourself a favor...don't use a cell phone to view these photos!!!  Use a large screen so you don't miss the details and can fully appreciate the experience.


Pulling away from the docks in Palma looking back at another ferry but of a different company.


Passed a cruise ship moored in Palma.  Usually there's 1 or 2 cruise ships in port every day, sometimes up to 5 during the summer!


Looking at the hills behind Palma and the Belver Castle.


A ferry similar to mine coming in to Palma's port.


Comes with a mini-pool and sun loungers, but it was too cool for that today.



Approaching Ibiza a pilot boat comes out, nudges up to our ferry, a pilot jumps off, and the little boat zips away.  The pilot takes over the controls of incoming ships to maneuver into port.


Old town outside the walls of Dalt Vila (but not as old!).  I love a splash of brilliant-colored bouganvilla against a white building.






To keep rooms cool but allow air flow, it's common in Spain for dwellers to have their windows open and drape a curtain or blinds over their balcony.

Looking up to the top of the hill of 'Dalt Vila', the original fortified town of Ibiza.  Dalt Vila translates to 'Upper Town'.

The church is 'Catedral de Santa MarĂ­a de Ibiza', built in the 13th century.


A quaint little tug-boat in the marina.


The fortification walls of the old city, Dalt Vila, are in amazing condition.  At this spot they stand about 75 feet tall.  Very few cars enter the walled area as the streets are steep and narrow.  But, no problem for my moto!!




Looking down from Dalt Vila to the active harbor of Ibiza Town.  Note the red three-masted schooner coming into harbor.


The same ship lit up at night.



On Ibiza, it's obvious white is the favored color.  Everything is either white, brilliant white, gleaming white, or shocking white.  I was amazed at how well-kept homes and walls were.  It was as if everyone had just freshly painted their property prior to the onset of the high season. 

Looking down on Old Town from Dalt Vila.


The narrow stone-paved streets of Dalt Vila.


It's easy to walk by subtle details of old.  This flanks a doorway.


From atop Dalt Vila, you can see the airport runways in the distance.


The streets and pathways have been travelled on so much by vehicles and feet, the faces are polished smooth which made it tricky to walk on when wet.


The enclave of homes, restaurants, and museums cling to the hillside within the walled area of Dalt Vila.


The immense walls surrounding Dalt Vila.
Off to the right, you can see two men dangling, performing maintenance to the masonry.


The island of Ibiza is mostly flat, except for the one 'mountain' that reaches over 1,500 ft high.  Big whoop.  But, I moto'd up there anyway to see what all the fuss was about in the views.


Using my zoom the furthest it could go, that's the city of Sant Antoni, about 10 miles from Ibiza Town.  It's where most of the large nightclubs are (not in Ibiza Town as most think).  Sant Antoni has a population of about 26,000 compared to 50,000 in Ibiza Town.  Both populations swell enormously during the summer season.


I love coves.  I prefer them over long sandy beaches because they're more quaint, shallow, calm (little wave action), and usually great for snorkeling.  So, I set out to see some of Ibizas coves and found some pretty spectacular places such as this one...Es Vedra at Cala (cove) D'Hort.  This small rocky island is over 1200 feet tall!!



When I moto about looking for coves, views, and stunning homes, I try to follow roads as close to the coastline as I can get.  Most of the time I don't use a map.  I just use my intuition which usually serves me well in unfamiliar locations.  On this occasion, I passed a dilapidated piece of property where a house(s) had been torn down and everything around it was left to junk.  This on the edge of a very upscale development.  Curious, I turned around to see what was up.  On the property appeared to be two squatters in an old beat up van with scraps of sheet metal and whatnot used to build a 'shelter' around it.  I parked my moto and walked over to the edge of the cliff.  WHOA!!!  Look what I found!!  On what was a patio, a barcolounger and two car seats were placed in front of a multi-million dollar view.  Off to the side, was a old pathway (a precarious one at that) etched out of the cliffs to take you down to a small cove where a harge flat sheet of rock made it a perfect sun spot for only a few....the few that knew of this hidden treasure.



The junkpile behind this setting.


The steps that lead you down the cliff.  You can see it turns left.  And, you can see there's NO railing and it's damn near straight down should you go off the edge.


More of the pathway and the flat slab of rock waiting for you at the end.  It's quite a distance down (100 ft?)  I was using ZOOM.


More of the pathway.  Who needs OSHA?   It's better to LIVE LIFE on the edge, no??


Look closely and you can follow the path.  Start from lower right corner, then it goes to the left, then back to the right again towards the end.



Next UP...the Last Half of my Visit to Ibiza...!!
....Stay Tuned!!!



Dano



Friday, August 2, 2019

Copenhagen - Days 8 - 9 - 10 with Sveeden Mixed In !!


Day 8

It Rained.


            I blogged.


                        I rested.

Day 9
 Day trip to Sveeeden! (Yah!)


They (whoever 'they' are) built a 16km (about 9 ½ miles) lonnnng bridge over the water between Denmark and Sweden.  The upper deck is for vehicles, while the train travels the lower deck.  I got on the wrong train partly because the reader boards didn’t correspond to the information on the computers that I bought my ticket from.

To explain, I selected to buy a ticket going from the CPN central station to Malmo, Sweden (about $12 btw).  But, the readerboards that list all the trains, destinations, boarding platforms, and times didn’t display ANYTHING about Malmo!!!  They displayed street name destinations and none of them matched the street printed on my ticket either!   Finally, I recognized Kastrup and thought I had seen that name when I was researching Malmo stops the day before.  So, I got on that one.  And, I rode it to the end.  I wasn’t in Sweden and we didn’t cross any water.  Damn.

Since I had arrived at the last stop, I decided to just stay on the train because, after all, it would have to return to the central station, right?  The train moved forward a bit and stopped.  I was the ONLY person on the entire train.  I presumed it would have to switch tracks to go back the other direction.  Then I saw a man walking along the tracks and I opened the door.  I asked him if he worked for the trains.  He asked me if I was lost.  DUH!   Well, he was the conductor and I told him of my confusing situation.  He was super nice and informed me we were indeed headed back to the Central Station and, once there, he would take me up inside and show me where to go (so to speak).  And, that’s exactly what he did.

In the meantime, I figured out what I did.  The train line I was on went to Taastrup.   I didn’t notice the ‘T’ in Taastrup.  I wanted Kastrup…with a ‘K’.  DOH!!!

But, even though I goofed on recognizing the different spelling, I wouldn’t have wanted to go to Kastrup anyway!  Why?  Well, the reason I thought I recognized the name ‘Kastrup’ is because….days before….I looked it up using a translation software and ‘Kastrup’ means ‘Airport’ in English!   So, Kastrup was NOT a destination stop in Malmo, Sweden after all !!!   Confused?  So was I.

Anyway, the conductor showed me on the readerboard which line to get on to get to Malmo, Sweden (though it didn’t SAY Malmo…GRRRR!!!) and that’s exactly what I did.  I finally ended up getting to where I wanted to go all along.

I wasn’t in Malmo very long…only a few hours on a Saturday afternoon.  It was strangely quiet…not many shops open even in the old town area.  There were far fewer bicyclists but they did have the same wide bike lanes.  I didn’t find Malmo all that interesting.  Oh well.  At least I can say I’ve been to Sweden!

Malmo, Sweden Train station


Gigantic (about 6 ft diameter) flower ball outside the train station.


St Peters Chuch, built in the 14th century.




Central Square




City Hall on the Main Square







You can rent these 'GoBoats' and tootle about the canals of Malmo.  The motors are electric and the boat features a picnic table so you can enjoy some snacks and bevs while you're tootling.



When I flew into Copenhagens airport, I spotted these windmills out in the bay.  I was able to see them again from the train as I crossed the bay between Denmark and Sweden, headed for Malmo.




Day 10
Time to Wrap it Up

Ready to head home, I walked over to what had become my regular daily bus stop 2 blocks away.  After waiting a while, I realized they weren't running because of a run/race about to commence.  So, I had to hoof it, schellping my bags, sweating profusely, all the way to the central train station.

The CPN airport is older which is very noticeable given the 9ft ceilings in most of the corridors, no moving sidewalks, walk, walk, walk.  After walking from the train stop to the check-in counter, then thru security, then a lot more walking I ended up having to wait in a central area for my gate # to be published.  Seems to be a common method used in every European airport I've been in...publish the gate # about 1 hour before departure.  Meanwhile, chill and hang out.  Great for the retail shops in that area!  The overhead readerboard finally displayed my gate....A17.   I walked to A17 which of course was the LAST gate at the end of a long concourse.  When I got there I noticed the gate's signboard said 'Barcelona'....NOT where I was headed!

After some time of confusion, another passenger announced it was changed from A17 to A20…which was NOT 3 gates away....noooo.  I had to walk alllllll the way out of the concourse and down another concourse to get to A20.  In this airport, the concourses are narrow, the bathrooms are ‘cubes’ in the center of it, and there's not much seating/standing area.

My 'luck' continued.  After boarding the plane I found my seat was double-booked.

No meals, snacks, or drinks were served on our 3-hour Iberia flight...it had to be purchased if you wanted something. 

In the end, it was a great 10-day trip, great weather, friendly people, great sightseeing, and all at a pretty low cost given I had no cost for accommodations by participating in a HomeExchange.  

  • Airfare from Palma to Madrid = $50 RT
  • Airfare from Madrid to Copenhagen = $120 RT
  • Copenhagen City Card - 5 days unlimited use of transportation system (bus, subway, trains) + no cost entrance fees to many sites (ie; Aquarium, Rosenborg Castle, Tivoli Gardens amusement park, canal boat tour, etc) = $140
  • 4 hour electric bicycle rental = $16
  • Plus groceries, eating out, drinks, etc = (forgot to track that)
  • Total = $500 (mas o menos)
  • Approximately 400 photos taken.




THE END!!


Dano


Where am I headed next?   The island of IBIZA!!!

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