I had just settled in among the Megalithic remains of ancient inhabitants and a burial tomb called Ca na Costa which looks like a funky sun dial and only fairly recently discovered. I should have been an archaeologist, I love old ruins (as opposed to new ruins, I suppose) and the long history of the Balearic islands stretches out from this point, with the Romans, the Phoenicians, Moors and others making visits and even living here for long stretches of time. Ask at any hotels Formentera has about the site and they probably will not know about it, maybe guiding you to more tourist destinations and towns like Es Pujols. Thats’ where I was headed next on my rented bike. It was hot and cloudless, the sea flat, and I could smell rosemary and salt air, birds calling overhead, and got into town to have a glass of beer and some tapas. Just then I saw a pretty young lady fiddling on her computer and plainly looking upset, the only down face had seen onpeaceful Fromentera. I noticed too it happened to be a Mac, and since I knew a few things about Macs, offered my assistance. Seems she was a writer and was having trouble with the machine freezing up so she could not continue her work, so after a brief examination (of the computer, hey there) she was up and running. just then I thought I might get to know her a little better,beautiful Brit that she was, when her French boyfriend pulled up on a scooter, and off she went after thank you. Alas. but she did cover my tab, which was nice and unnecessary, and, I found out later, her email address, tucked into my book. I wondered if I would see her again on this trip?
Related posts: