When I first started writing this post it was about 1 am and in the beginning of the Adriatic Sea when I had a random spurt of energy left after my night watch. The morning before a group of dolphins lead us into the Adriatic Sea. The water there is so clear that you can see deep down into the sea when the dolphins dive underneath. It was beautiful. We were still in route for Croatia. It took us six days from the Spanish island of Mallorca to get to Split, Croatia. The days and places began to run together in a constant blur. We stopped in Sicily? So random, but yes, somehow we ended up needing another fuel stop in Sicily. Gahh, got to love those fuel stops. The plus side of having the wind on your nose. My mind is continuing to be blown by these european islands. Mallorca is fantastic. I took zero pictures in Palma. But I did take a couple photos of Justin and I’s short but sweet getaway to Soller, Mallorca and some pictures in the awesome little town of Taormina. I will share those! I’m not sure what to talk about first. Everyone said that Palma, Mallorca was a dream. It is. Castles are weaved into the depths of it’s city center. Bike trails skirt around the ocean front views. The food is spectacular.
Sicily was amazing, my first time in Italy! We visited Taormina which is a city perched on the sides and top of a steep mountain. Justin and I did our fair share of wine tasting and exploring the twists and turns of the medieval streets. The four of us went to the Teatro Greco. A beautiful theater that was built in the third century BC framed in the horizon between Mt. Etna, an active volcano and the Ionian Sea.
Currently, I am sitting in the comfort of my parents home in Oregon, wrapped in a blanket and enjoying my morning cup of coffee. We left Croatia three days after we had arrived. We jetted off for a day and night in Amsterdam, and a couple of glorious weeks in Oregon. We’ll be back to Croatia soon. It does feel strange to spend the last forty five days slowly making our way towards Croatia and then hopping on a plane and flying 5,000 miles in ten hours for some much needed rest. That’s sailing for you. What a month it's been.