Saturday was a pretty productive half day. We were spurred on by the thought of the half day off, lunch, siesta and BBQ fiesta in the evening.
I continued to sand my neck with ever finer sandpaper until I wasn't sure if I was using the sandy side or the paper side. Learnt a new trick which was to wet the wood, leave it to dry and then sand again. Apparently it brings up any tiny deformities in the grain so you end up with a perfect finish.
I also routed, filed and sanded the forward front 'peaks' in the guitar body. Basically making a kind of violin shape of the body with cutaways and curves.
I sustained my first blood injury from too much rubbing with sandpaper (obviously using the wrong side). It seemed all a bit 'Spinal Tap' to have a blood stain on the guitar body, but at least my amplifier volume goes up to 11.
Eric started winding his pickups. He made the magnet holder and reel, and then could be seen hunched over the flying bobbin for over an hour until the peace of the workshop was shattered by Eric shouting ' its just come off in me hands!' He then had to unwind 5000 revolutions of the fine copper wire, before restarting the procedure.
Saturday afternoon was spent in wonderful siesta followed by a great barbeque at Professor Eki's house with the gang. The house is just above Mitjorn beach on the south side of the island facing Algeria, and we had some great views of the sunset, a lot of 'refreshment', food, stories and fun.
Grupo Cucina . .
Eki's van. Does that thing actually drive?
Ignacio hadn't made it to work in the morning due to an over-active drinking gland resulting in an Olympian hangover. He was still in bed at 6.30pm when we arrived for the barbeque. But we got him up and about and soon cured him! Eventually caught him grilling his sausage. He was better . . .
A small miracle occured with the catalyst of the sacred Hierbas. Roland, who had become unable to walk due to poisons in the wine and sangria, was baptised in Hierbas after which he could walk! Not just walk, but dance like Michael Jackson! Praise the Lord . . .
Sunday was a day of rest. Lazy morning followed by a short walk down to the cliffs facing Ibiza and round to the cove and Cala Saona, where we had another excellent lunch at Restaurant Sol (where else on the day of the Sun?), courtesy of host Paco. We had a massive Lubina (Sea Bass), ensalata di tomates y cebolla and plenty of vino rosado.
Then a little walk to the cover for a swim and then home where more relaxation ensued . . .
The view of Ibiza from the cove, with Es Vedra on the left . . .
Marine distress signal . . .
The view of Casa Eric walking back from the beach . . .
More R&R, wine and Hierbas, and then I woke up . . .
The drive to Es Glop in the morning takes us past a couple of the famous 'Moli' of Formentera, originally for pumping water or grinding salt or flour, they are largely out of action now. Shows some historic invasion by the Dutch, I reckon . . .
Bon Dia!
