Stopover · Mallorca ·
A day at sea
A stopover in the bay of Palma: a cove of rock and pines, a swim that never ends and a whole day with no stage.
The sea puts you in your place. You step aboard, the harbour shrinks behind you and suddenly the only things that matter are the light and the wind.
We left in the morning with no plan. The coast opened up slowly: pale rock, pines hanging off the cliff, a blue that never comes out in photographs.
It was the big week for sailing. The Copa del Rey filled the bay with masts, and even the water seemed to know it mattered.
We anchored in a cove of rock and pines and I spent the whole day in the water. No music, no stage, no choreography but the boat’s.
We ate on board, late. On a boat the hours do not move forward: they float.
On the way back, with the sun going down, I understood why sailors talk so little. I live off the beautiful noise of a tablao, and every year I need these silences more.
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