
At dawn I was waked up by a female call from the water (don't forget Tim and me slept on the deck). She was Anna who had swam to our boat from the IZalba. I immediately weared my finns and jumped into the water. On the shore, in the border of the national park there is a little lagoon full of seaweed. If you wait enough time, some little turtles come to you, same as if they expect you to entertain them someway. They stay floating a couple meters off shore, circling you, without blinking. I felt fright; I mean stage fright, of course.

Every time one of my mates woke up he/she came to the beach and the process of introducing Anna to them and change some polite words made me feel a little "deja vu" sensation. When Donna knew about the turtles she showed that child's face of her and asked us to take her watching them. We were lucky and still could see s few ones. Later, when we were aboard again she came to me and said in a confident tone "I've noticed Anna has blue eyes" (when we were at my sister's, in Barcelona, we talked for a long time about the blue eyed girls and my experience respecting them. I'm not gonna talk about it now but may be I'll do some other day).

Well, every good thing has its end and it was time to start our return. We were in the farest point of our route and I didn't want to take the risk of going further. I consulted the Izalba's skipper about the return way. I wanted to try sailing along the north coast of Mallorca, the only place we still hadn't seen, but she recommended me to go along the same way we had came, to the south. It seemed the forecast announced strong winds from the NE and, according to him, there are no protected coves in the north coast so we had to sail non-stop. I listened the experience's voice and, although I preferred not, We head to SW after saying bye to Anna and her partners of Izalba.

And it was the right decision because there was a strong wind from NE indeed and we used it to cross again to Mallorca very fast, this time by day. The crossing was not special at all, excepting an old TV set we found floating in the middle of the channel. We also found some dolphins 20 minutes before arriving Portocolom; the showed us their swimming skills, as usual in them. We entered the port after the sunset and we were lucky for the first time in this trip: there was a free dock in the guest's pontoon. We didn't hesitate for any single second. That was the only night in the whole trip I could have a really deep sleep.
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