The Fates reared their ugly side in Gib! While helping to ship our dinghy on the foredeck, the Admiral pulled a muscle in her lower back. This on top of the knee recuperation was enough to knock her out of action for ten days or so. We were anchored in La Linea bay when it happened, and so the next day we docked in the nearby marina Alcaidesa so that Nancy could hobble off onto the dock and at least have a short walk. . Here's a pic of the anchorage:
And here's JFK driving the dinghy back from La Linea (with the marina entrance over his right shoulder)....
.....after visiting the local market for all kinds of goodies.
To go with Spanish Rioja wine you need a good selection of olives:
Buying fish and then ....
....having a latte with fresh crispy roll and pate.
In the marina we had the Rock astern, backing up our Stars and Stripes.
After six days in Alcaidesa we moved into Gibraltar proper, berthing at the Queensway marina, which was a pretty place, even at night. In the above pic the big powerboat is hiding the hull of the 135ft sailboat with the illuminated mast - I guess about 160 feet high.
Of course Nancy's back and knee did not stop her from visiting the shops in Main Street, Gib.
And so after spending 17 days in Gib, Nancy was finally fit enough to contemplate entering the Med.
And that is exactly what we are doing in this pic: as we round Europa Point on the Southern tip of Gibraltar, we are officially in the Mediterranean Sea.....
...and so we end this post with one more Atlantic sunset, and send our love and best wishes to all.
Nancy and John
