Ibiza, or paradise, same thing.

Friends, I have taken the best trip of my life.  Well, maybe not the absolute best, but it’s up there in the top 3.  Ibiza was everything I had dreamed of, and more.  The people on this island are so friendly and inviting, whether you’re at a two star hotel, or asking a bartender for directions.  The weather.. don’t even get me started, or I’ll burst into tears.. is fabulous!  Sunny, sunny skies await you in Ibiza, with warm temperatures, and a lovely sea breeze to cool you off while you’re baking in the sun.  Ibiza is known for its “hippy vibe,” which we experienced with the fashion and lifestyle of its easy going residents.  Life here is slow, very slow, and that is one of the most important ingrediants for a luxurious holiday.

Simon and I stayed in Ibiza town, which is the most populated place on the island.  Our hotel was in the central area of the Figueretas Playa; a lovely resort area covered with palm trees, beachside cafes, and shops selling everything under the sun.  I won’t bore you with the details of the hotel, as it was extremely cheap (we’re on a budget, remember?) and not that memorable.  From our hotel, we could walk into the city in about 5 minutes, and reach the old town in about 15 minutes.  The old town was really a dream for me.. picture the white washed buildings of Greece, paired with tiny, curving alleyways filled with flowers, and locals hanging their laundry out of the windows.  The really old part of the hilltop is actually not white houses, but terracotta colored 16th century Spanish buildings, that are mostly under-construction- but still jaw dropping.  I am a big fan of “old Europe,” so I was immediately charmed by this small hillside village inside a city.

Ibiza town’s main draw is the lovely marina filled with yachts that I’m guessing cost millions- it also boasts many restuarants, a lively gay street that is extremely hip (more on this later), and tons of excellent shopping.  Let me digress on the shopping a bit.  It was to die for.  There were stores selling designer goods marked 70-80% off.  There were leather goods that Stefano Gabbana only dreams of in his designer sleep.  There was a Mango outlet.  Nough’ said.

The flora and fauna on this island is literally to die for.  Now, most people wouldn’t exactly call me a nature lover, but in Ibiza, I loved the nature!  We took a bus trip up the Southeast coast of Ibiza and visited the towns of Santa Eularia des Riu and Es Canar.  Santa Eularia was a hot spot for British tourists over the age of 55, so although we had a lovely stroll along the beachside promenade, we didn’t exaclty stay too long.  Es Canar was the true shining star of our adventure.   We climbed up a very steep hill with remarkable cactuses and plant life; at the top we had a view of dramatic cliffs, stunning aqua waters, and many small islands dotting the sea.  (Sidenote: the important thing to remember as you’re walking up a cliff next to the ocean, is to not be frightened by the skitish lizards at your feet.. one wrong step, and you could be on the otherside of that cliff!)  The town of Es Canar itself is a bit quiet and sleepy, but the main draw is a retro hippy market- which was unfortunately closed on the Thursday we went.

The funniest thing about this trip of a lifetime, is that we didn’t even go to any of the major clubs.  Not one.  You must be thinking, what? What’s wrong with her?  Who goes to Ibiza without experiencing the crazy nightlife??

I will tell you, that until the last weekend in May, all the major clubs are closed, except for Pacha, which is open year round.  We were unable to find someone who could give us a good review of Pacha in the off season, and fearing disapointment and a 200 euro night (we were told 1 beer is 15 euros), we opted not to visit the famed club.  Instead, we visited a very cool local spot, where an amazing salsa band was playing, delecious mojitoes were being served, and locals and tourists alike were cutting a rug on the dance floor.  Ironically enough, the part I most enjoyed about this, was meeting Dutch people who were impressed by my spoken Dutch!  Maybe it was the island vibe, I don’t know, but I’ve never been complimented on my Dutch skills like this before!  It was a great moment.

And that, my friends, was 4 days in paradise.  Do yourselfs a favor, and put Ibiza on your bucketlist.  You won’t regret it.

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  1. Mom

    Great to hear about the trip and see the pictures. So nice to see you and Simon in Paradise! Love, Mom

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