Change of course ... Mallorca, Spain

Because of stormy conditions, it was unsafe for us to attempt to sail to Corsica (Ajaccio, France), so we changed course and headed to Mallorca instead! Palma is a great little city on a beautiful island full of adventures. The best part was that it was HOT.

We spent our shore leave hopping on busses and taking them to random beach towns. In one place, we found a wind surfing board and tried it out in the water. There were also deserted huts along the beach and a winding, sandy trail that hugged the coast. A lot a time was spent relaxing and lazing about on the beach. It was very pleasant.

An impromptu port program was arranged to go on a snorkelling tour outside of Palma. We all suited up in full (very tight) wetsuits and flippers and hopped on a couple of Zodiacs. They took us out to some smaller islands right off the coast. We dove into the cool water and unluckily discovered a swarm of jellyfish. It was crazy. The guides where quite shocked and we had to give up our cave adventure because there were just too many jellyfish. I got stung three times. It seems they really liked me because almost everyone else came out of the water unscathed. A jellyfish sting feel like a cross between being stung by a wasp and burnt by a hot poker. YIKES! The discomfort only lasted about twenty minutes and by that time we motored the boats to another location and happily dove and snorkelled again - sans jellyfish this time. It was really awesome!

I also took the time in Mallorca to do extra deck work. I hung out with the AB’s (able-bodied sailors - this is the qualification that our maritime deck crew have) and varnished lifejacket boxes for a couple hours. It was fun … really it was.

We stocked up on snacks to sustain us on the eleven-day sail to Morocco that lies ahead … Africa, here we come!

 

Barcelona, Spain - A "Parent Port"

On the sail to Barcelona we were super excited to see our parents and in turn were slightly distracted in class. We were also looking forward to receiving care packages and mail from home. By the time the last class rolled around on arrival day (math for me) we were too excited and preoccupied that the teachers just gave up.

We planned a bit of a performance for our parents as we docked. Some of the floaties dressed the yards on the foremast (that is, we were up the riggings in special formation waving to the folks on the dock) and the Sorlandet Music Group (also known as the Jam Club) dressed up as pirates and fittingly played the theme song from Pirates of the Caribbean as we rolled in. A massive crowd of parents and family members cheered and hollered at us in greeting.

It was really great to see mom – like having a small bit of home come to me. We had so much fun together! We shopped, went sightseeing and I had the opportunity to introduce her to all of my floaties as well as put her to work "brassing". Mom stayed in an apartment with four friends from her Jazzercise days. It was located in the center of the Gothic neighbourhood about a twenty-five minute walk away from the ship. Below the apartment there was a delicious little tapas bar. An ice cream parlour and an outdoor cheese market were also close by. We had the perfect spot! It was really handy to have an apartment. I got to nap in a real bed and shower EVERYDAY. The water was hot and I wasn’t limited to ninety seconds! It was BLISS. Mom even made me her homemade spaghetti.

It was delicious and I got to invite several friends, who did not have family visiting, to join us for dinner. We had a great time! No food lines, no rationing … it was super!

 

One of mom’s friends is a fitness teacher and she came down to the ship early in the morning to teach us Zumba for PE class. Check it out on You Tube!

One of my favourite things about Barcelona was the food market. It was AMAZING. There were colorful stands upon stands selling fresh fruits, smoothies, Iberian ham (if you ever visit Spain, you must try some!), other meats, mushrooms and numerous variety of nuts. The smoothies were the best ever. My favourites were mango coconut and kiwi coconut. Especially after the long sail, all that fresh fruit was HEAVENLY.

Barcelona is loaded with great stores and the shopping if fabulous! In Spain, shoes and accessories are no laughing matter. By the end of our shopping spree, our wallets were considerably lighter!  Mom and I also checked out some Gaudi architecture while wandering around the city. It was very cool.

For our port program we visited Monserrat – an old monastery town in the mountains. You may be familiar with the famous choir of young boys that live, study and sing there. We were fortunate enough to hear a performance in the massive cathedral that was in the centre of town. We also headed up the side of the mountain for what turned out to be a disappointing view: so foggy you couldn’t see two feet in front of you.

Luckily, by the end of the day it did clear up a bit and the view was quite spectacular and well worth the wait.

Barcelona was great! Although it was difficult to say goodbye, I really enjoyed the trip and spending quality time with Mom. Thanks for coming!

Cadiz, Spain

Apologies for the long break between updates! We are all very busy on the Sorlandet with schoolwork, watch duties, cleaning duties and port expeditions. I will try my best to keep up to date in future …

Hola todos! Cadiz was the first Spanish port and I was really excited to travel there. My first impression? Spain is beautiful and rich with culture.

 The city of Cadiz itself was built with many narrow, winding and criss-crossing cobbled streets – the perfect recipe for getting lost … shops, tapa bars and apartments line every inch of downtown. One street in particular was super cool (we later dubbed it girl haven!). It was lined with wedding stores, dress boutiques, shoe shops and accessory boutiques. It was AMAZING. Luckily the boys in our group led us away before we could clean out our entire wallets!

In the center of the city there was a massive cathedral. It was incredible and conveniently had Wi-Fi! As I sat on the steps outside the cathedral, corresponding with friends, a procession of hundreds of priests, bishops and other religious figures all dressed in white robes paraded through the streets. I witnessed the crowning of a new bishop.

It was a really neat experience. We also got the chance to watch part of the church service itself. However, because of the huge number of people in the cathedral, we had to sit in a second sanctuary that broadcast the service.

As one of our port programs, we visited the city of Seville. We spent the day exploring, wandering and picnicking (this seems to be a theme!). We found a beautiful spot along the river, beside a bridge and next to a Zen forest.

We sat for a few hours and it was really nice to spend time relaxing off the ship. Unfortunately, on our walk back, one of the guys kicked a pile of dog poo … with flip-flops! His feet were covered and we were all in stitches - yuk, poor guy!

Back in Cadiz we spent time lounging on the beautiful sandy beaches and wading in the water. It was just so beautiful. In fact, I think I could live in Cadiz no problem! One night, we all went out to a flamenco show. Fifty of us crammed into a tiny bar with a small stage – three dancers, a guitarist and a singer. They danced and played like there’s no tomorrow. It was bold, striking and passionate. We all had a great time and needless to say he boys were all totally mesmerized …

I had a great time in Cadiz. Barcelona next … can’t wait for more of Spain and mom's visit!

Porto, Portugal - Found the Blog!!!

Blog lost in cyber space! Stay tuned for recovery. In the meantime a few pics ...

Found it ... read on.

Oporto was especially cool for me because Portugal is unlike any country I had ever visited before. We were docked in a small town twenty minutes outside of the city itself. For morning P.E. class every day we ran to the beach and watched the waves crash on the sand. The water glistened a turquoise blue and the sand stretched along the coast as far as the eye could see. It was something like paradise. The restaurant right on the beach was a hotspot for us to hang out. What a view! And there were surfers too …

 

The buildings are embellished with azulejo tiles with rich pigments of blue and yellow, and wrought iron adornments are everywhere.

For our first port program we headed on the bus into the city of Oporto and visited a Factory House. Factory Houses are grand buildings built for the top administrators in Port Wine producing companies. It’s almost like a country club, but the only members are the company heads. We visited the Graham Port Wine Factory House. Inside there was a great entrance hall, a ballroom with a magnificent grand piano, two formal dining rooms for traditional eleven-course meals held at the house and a library archive of thousands of books in multiple languages. There were poetry books, encyclopedias, hand-written weather records, newspapers and magazines dated back to the 1800’s – everything you could imagine. It was phenomenal. We could have been in there for hours just exploring and looking at the different books. It was super cool! (Especially for a bookworm …) Following the Factory House tour, we went to an actual Port Wine Factory and learned about the port winemaking process. It was really interesting and quite complicated. After the tour and lecture, we all sat down and had a tasting of some ten-year-old port. It tasted fiery and sweet. I liked it.

Cheers!

Exploring the streets of Porto

After winetasting, a group of us headed off to explore the city. We spent the time just wandering around, taking it all in. It was really fun. I liked the feel of the city; nothing was perfect. The brightly coloured buildings had paint chipping off and the cobbled streets were well worn. Everything seemed laid back and relaxed. My favorite part was the fact that laundry was hung outside of every apartment window, which added something to the surrounding streets. After a great day of exploring, we miraculously figured out the Portuguese metro system and made our way back to the ship - quite the adventure.

Having had lots of successful and delicious picnics in Brest, we thought it would be a great idea to try it again in Oporto – big mistake. I’m not saying anything against Portuguese grocery stores, but let’s just say it was a combination of unfortunate events that led to the worst picnic ever. First of all, it took us ages to find the grocery store. Once we got there, it was disappointingly small and I struggled with cheese and vegetable decisions. We made our way to the beach and on the way, stopped at a bakery. Finally arriving at the beach, we missed the sunset and it was rapidly getting dark. Then, someone realized that they had left their picnic groceries back at the bakery. We half jogged six blocks (uphill!) back to the bakery, although first we ran too far and completely passed it – whoops. After retrieving the grocery bag, we headed back to the beach and ate our picnic in the pitch black. We could not even see the water and I ate the plastic around the pepperoni sticks, To make matters worse the cheese turned out to be butter. It was a disasterous meal. We took it in stride though, and laughed about it. Afterwards, we spent some quality cultural time at MacDonald’s. McFlurrys make everything better.

The next day went to small village and walked along an ancient pilgrimage trail. The trail was built on a dusty, narrow roman road that passed through great big vineyards and hillsides. It was beautiful. We ate grapes right off the vines and chatted while we walked down the trail. After a while, we stopped at a break in the path and the bus picked us up and took us to a restaurant where we had a lovely meal of buns, squash soup, rice, carrots and pork. It was SO GOOD.

Portugal was fantastic! I’ll be back…