Bye Bye Barcelona

After a pretty hairy journey to the port through Barcelona’s rush hour, I managed to find my ship and eventually we got underway.

I have a perfectly good cabin “with sea view”. Not sure what else I might expect to see out of a ship’s porthole. The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, perhaps. But when I looked, sure enough there was the sea. So the brochure wasn’t lying.

Now my sea legs have taken me to the bar for a much-needed g and t.

And when I wake up in the morning, I should be in Genoa.

Unless this is the wrong ship. In which case I will be in Palermo!