Sunday, October 7, 2018 - Mahon, Menorca
Mao-Mahon, sometimes written in English as Mahon, is a municipality, the capital city of the Island of Menorca, and seat of the Island Council of Menorca. The city is located on the eastern coast of the island, which is part of the autonomous community of the Balearic Islands, Spain. Mahon has one of the largest natural harbors in the world: 5 km long and up to 900 meters wide. The water is deep but it remains mostly clear due to it being slightly enclosed. It is also said to be the birthplace of mayonnaise!
Awoke to an overcast morning in port at Mahon, Spain with just a bit of sun poking through and thought this photo below quite pretty. Not certain whether or not I'll be leaving the ship to tackle the hundreds of steps into the town, but I may do so later. Wanted to get this journal up to date first, and arrange to have clothing steamed. Two weeks in suitcases makes for some interesting wrinkles, even though I had everything in plastic bags.
I did venture out late morning, and no sooner had I climbed down the gangway steps, the wind began to howl, the sky began to spritz. I dashed to a local bazaar and poked around there for a little while, but when a canvas cover decided to dump its accumulation of water down the back of my shirt, decided it must be an omen and headed back to the ship.
After a light lunch, decided on a nap which turned out to be a four hour marathon sleep!! Woke in time to answer the phone to find out why I hadn't responded to a dinner invite - hadn't known about it - believe housekeeping hid the invite! At any rate, decided to go.
Dinner with the Staff Captain, Daniel Nikolov from Romania turned out to be very interesting. A couple from Kentucky and Florida (depending on the seasons!) were very nice, and once again I had John from Britain at my table. Good company, delicious food once again.
After a trip to the blackjack table (very short as cards were awful) went to the evening entertainment where Seabourn singers and dancers performed a wonderful program of old music. I say this with tongue in cheek, as most of the music was from 50's, 60's and 70's. Thought oldies were from the 30's and 40's?!?!?! The talent was quite wonderful, but had to leave abruptly when one of the performers began a heart-felt rendition of "Wind Beneath My Wings" reminding me of Christina's funeral Mass. These sharp remembrances are like ambushes!
Awoke to an overcast morning in port at Mahon, Spain with just a bit of sun poking through and thought this photo below quite pretty. Not certain whether or not I'll be leaving the ship to tackle the hundreds of steps into the town, but I may do so later. Wanted to get this journal up to date first, and arrange to have clothing steamed. Two weeks in suitcases makes for some interesting wrinkles, even though I had everything in plastic bags.
I did venture out late morning, and no sooner had I climbed down the gangway steps, the wind began to howl, the sky began to spritz. I dashed to a local bazaar and poked around there for a little while, but when a canvas cover decided to dump its accumulation of water down the back of my shirt, decided it must be an omen and headed back to the ship.
After a light lunch, decided on a nap which turned out to be a four hour marathon sleep!! Woke in time to answer the phone to find out why I hadn't responded to a dinner invite - hadn't known about it - believe housekeeping hid the invite! At any rate, decided to go.
Dinner with the Staff Captain, Daniel Nikolov from Romania turned out to be very interesting. A couple from Kentucky and Florida (depending on the seasons!) were very nice, and once again I had John from Britain at my table. Good company, delicious food once again.
After a trip to the blackjack table (very short as cards were awful) went to the evening entertainment where Seabourn singers and dancers performed a wonderful program of old music. I say this with tongue in cheek, as most of the music was from 50's, 60's and 70's. Thought oldies were from the 30's and 40's?!?!?! The talent was quite wonderful, but had to leave abruptly when one of the performers began a heart-felt rendition of "Wind Beneath My Wings" reminding me of Christina's funeral Mass. These sharp remembrances are like ambushes!
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