Mediterranean Sea Sailing Long Distances Spain


The distance of ninety miles from Alicante to Valencia is navigable in small portions, with many marinas and anchorages in between. However, approaching from the west in the summer months, easterlies are prevailing, varying in strength but seldom in the direction. We were happy with a light southeasterly and motored to Denía. Late afternoon the wind turned south, and we asked the foresail on behalf of the engine for support. Yes, your conclusion is correct. We turned the principle of a sailboat upside down. 
The small town Denía hosts three marinas and a port for links to the Balearics. Approaching Denía, a catamaran ferry left and flew with thirty knots to its destination. No question, a fast and comfortable passage to the islands. Yet, there are many talks of climate change and individual footprints. When it comes down to it, do the ferries customers consider this too?
I skipped that thought and concentrated on approaching Denia. There was no need to look at the boat’s electronics and count all the vessel’s signals nearby. Our old-fashion ‘eye system’ spoke of plenty of movements. Interesting to note were the numerous huge motorboats we noticed before in Alicante. It looks like these people sail the Spanish coast of Costa Brava and Blanca, including the Balearics. Who can blame them, besides environmental campaigners? This stretch of the Mediterranean is a perfect area for watersports almost all year round.
We headed to a marina called El Portet, meaning a little port within the port. Barely entered, we found ourselves in a traffic jam or in restaurant language, ‘wait to be seated.’ The ladies on the radio were very relaxed and professional and instructed us to wait until the busy marineros were ready to give us a hand mooring the boat. 
There is a manifold of sailing rules. My all-time favorite is a strong wind in a marina when we do not need it at all. So it was this afternoon, and I practiced keeping the boat in position. Five minutes later, we got a call, maneuvered to a fourteen-meter berth the ladies had offered for a small surcharge. The wind thought it dull, collapsed in its force on the spot, and we put the boat properly in the berth. Two marineros fixed the lines on the pontoon and greeted the skipper with numerous compliments. It is pretty stinky, praising oneself, isn’t it?
Denia stands for tourism, the young ladies in the office explained. Two outstanding features are a small, cozy town center and a castle on top of a hill overseeing the harbor. We strolled around and found most sites closed. Too bad when arriving late. A few relaxing days in Denia are undoubtedly alluring. However, our focus was on sailing the next day.