by Gherty Walling 31/07/18 The town that the horse festival was in is called Migjorn which is in Menorca. Yes, we made it to Menorca. The horse festival was awesome!! At first it was boring because all we were doing was sitting around while mom and dad were drinking beer they got from a bar […]
By Che walling I had never experienced what is was like to ride a horse. But as soon as I did, I loved it. Before all this happened, Dad, Gherty, and I were trying to get a cab to the horseback riding place. Soon we found a taxi, and the taxi driver took us to […]
Written By: Quinn Walling. No illustrator. The date is July the 31st 2018 Yesterday we went Horseback-riding. It was fun. My horse’s name was Symphony. To get there we had to go in 2 taxis. (That is the rule in the ballearic islands.) So, Dad, Gherty, and Che went in 1, and Mom and I […]
I awoke today in flat calm Porto Colom to Kelly sneaking about, engine running, making last minute preparations to slip the mooring lines and cast off. She had Madame Geneva all set and said, “I got this”. I lurched out of bed to see that she did, so she finished her routine, cast off the […]
Quinn’s Blog! Written by: Quinn walling The date today is 7/16/2018 2 days ago, we were at an anchorage. In the morning we just got up and started to go to Sant Elmo, but it was jam packed, so we went to go to another anchorage. When we got there, we went swimming. After swimming […]
Justin first saw the juvenile seagull floating nearby Madame Geneva. We were anchored outside the seawall of Port de Alcudia, having picked up our friend the evening before. Suzanne and I had already taken a swim. The sun was still low and held the water captive with a fine sparkle of light, interrupted only by […]
Discipline is both the necessity and the curse of creativity. Without the practiced pattern of holding yourself to order, the pen slips further from the page and so no voice is heard; and yet with the diligence and dedication to a daily expression, the art may fall flat. That is a wordy way of saying, […]
We have been off the grid for another month now. We’ve made fresh water from sea water nearly every night to drink, shower and wash dishes. We’ve generated our own power, grilled our food and entertained ourselves over family Yahtzee, backgammon, books on tape and movies. Laundry gets washed aboard and wet swimsuits and towels […]
Easy to climb into the imagination of the many who came before when the land erupts poetically and the sea whispers and bangs. Caves stealthily cut back from initial view and faces carved of stone seem simply to be frozen tales where the gods were put to sleep. Patterns of climbing green grazing grounds are […]
When we left Palma, you could’ve skipped a stone. So still was the water. We dropped the bow mooring lines well ahead of the stern/dock lines, not because we now had a functioning bow thruster but simply because it was that calm. We bid adieu to our Russian neighbor, unfazed by our squashing fenders as […]