Day 11 - Donner und Blitzen

An exciting day . . .

Breakfast view of Formentera on Google maps . . .

After our usual first two breakfasts we settled in to shaping the backs of our necks. This is probably the riskiest/scariest part of the process. It is a fine line between getting the right shape and going too far and busting the neck terminally . . .

Notice the difference?

Ooops!

Some nice Precision Bass headstock work too . . .

While I was making one of my customary 'tying up loose ends' business calls, I observed the postman. No postal service uniform for this lady. Looks like she is doing her shopping!

Oh, yes. I routed a cavity for my electrics . . .

We had planned a short lunch break again, as Eki had a gig in the evening, so Eric, Daniel, Peter and I wandered off for a fine lunch at Can Forn and we introduced them to Camins de Priorat and Taberner . . .

But first, en route, we stopped for a refreshing dip in the pool at Hostal Pepe, opposite the famous and ancient Fonda Pepe, as it had been a hot morning . . .

On the way back from a brief two hour lunch, I was almost diverted to the 'Irish' where the Chimis are playing tomorrow, but professionalism took over . . .

Frank shows the result of four mistakes with the bandsaw . . .

We finished the day and there were dark clouds over La Mola and Cap de Berberia, where a few spots of rain had been reported, but it remained dry in San Ferran.

We had a couple of drinks at Fonda Pepe, then dinner at Macondos where we bumped into Nicola and Laetitia of Luxembourg (and prior guitar making) fame. Drank a couple of bottles of wine, invited folks to an impromptu idea of a Sunday barbecoa, and drove off to Las Banderas on Mitjorn to see Eki perform with Swedish Eric. Unfortunately we forgot the way and we eventually arrived at the Blue Bar and walked a couple of hundred metres down the beach to our proper destination.

Muchas Hierbas con hielo . . .

A little bit of post-Hierbas 'warrior' pose . .

Much Hierbas con hielo was drunk and we stumbled back down the beach to the car, drove half way home and then realised Eric had left his iPad on the bar. We drove back, which had the advantage of us discovering the right route . . .

We got home for some more Hierbas as thunder and lightning was kicking off on the peninsula (mainland Spain). We watched and cheered for a few drinks and then it started to rain. Just drops for a couple of hours and then a torrent accompanied by some serious crashing and banging . . .

Dog?

Eventually collapsed asleep, and woke to a much cooler and fresher morning, but it will get hot later . . .

Hasta!