The waves are lapping on the rocks below the balcony on which I am relaxing. The rigging on the sails of the boat which is moored close to the shoreline is rhythmically swinging from side to side as the boat moves with the tide and I can hear the sound of rope on metal.
I open my eyes. A bright yellow pedalo passes by, being pedalled by a group of young children. Some are sitting on the seats and some sitting with their legs hanging over the edge but one young girl is standing at the top of the ladder, about to go down the slide into the water. Over and over, she is singing 'We all live on a yellow submarine' with a Spanish accent. It makes me smile, she is far too young to know that song, what has prompted her to sing that?
I see, before I hear, the ferry from Ibiza Town coming into the bay. Ploughing through the sea with the people on deck at the back being gently splashed by the waves as it approaches the jetty. A blow of a horn; the metallic sound of a gangplank being lowered onto the wood of the small pier and the gentle throb of the engine as it slows to a stop. The captain bellows 'Cala Llonga! Cala Llonga!' so that those who have booked tickets to the next resort along know that this is not their destination. The people waiting to board are carrying lilos, sun umbrellas and towels. They will be joining the boat for the next part of its journey to Santa Eulalia.
Ibiza - a perfectly relaxing place to share a moment in the sun.