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Day 30

Who packed all this stuff and what is it? I visualize dropping a few items off along our journey. Yesterday, I did leave a bag with a scarf and a small bag that seemed to need a new owner. 645 more words


Day 29

Last day in Port. Time has slipped by quickly. We’re being inspected today, mostly so the meter can be read and we can pay for the electricity we’ve used to keep from freezing. 354 more words


Nightmares - My Ragged Fiction

I spent the weekend at a Christian writers’ conference — Re:Write, the Ragged Edge.  Before doing a post on my wonderful weekend of learning, meeting, schmoozing, and encouragement, I must tell about my three nights in a lovely hotel. 694 more words

Deciphering Life

Day 28

We’ve been hoping to catch the boat that takes us out along the coast and to Sa Colabra. It’s only running on Tuesday and Saturdays at the momen. 764 more words


Day 27

We leave Can Boi right after breakfast and head for the home of Robert Graves, expat UK author who lived in Deia for many years until his death in 1985. 807 more words


Day 26

We took the 7:30 a.m. bus to Valldemossa. It cost €5.10 for both of us for a trip that takes about one hour through winding, mountainous roads. 669 more words


Day 25

Rest day. Our legs feel the exertion from yesterday. Even though our apartment isn’t exactly comfortville, we stay in until early afternoon. It was a strange night, with raging winds and snarling cat fights…at least I think those were cat sounds. 64 more words