It's Ibiza, need I say more?
15.09.2012 - 19.09.2012
Let’s start this one off a day before arrival… While I was due to arrive in Ibiza on Friday, my connecting flight to Barcelona was held up in Rome due to weather conditions, which subsequently made me miss my flight to Ibiza. So now I had a choice: Hang around the airport for 5 hours waiting for the next flight, or stay in Barcelona for the night and book either a boat or plane to the island the next day. Seeing as the boat would have been a 9 hour overnighter arriving at 6.30am Saturday morning, I opted for the flight instead.
It was indeed the better option, as after a few good Spanish meals and a relaxing stroll down the famous La Rambla, I left Barcelona and arrived to the party island of Ibiza feeling refreshed and energized. My first day there was rather uneventful, consisting of a load of laundry, a walk down Playa D’en Bossa, a late paella lunch, and a hot shower. Top that off with an amazing dinner at Sa Punta, followed by pre wedding drinks on the terrace… it was a good start.
On Sunday, a group of us got together and rented a 10m catamaran, skipper inclusive, for the day. It was a great investment, giving us hours of sailing and sunning, several opportunities to take a dip in the cool, clear waters, and a stop for lunch in Beso, Beso Beach, Formentera. It was a fantastic meal of assorted appetizers, combined with seafood paella the size of a car tyre. And yes… we ate it all. Top that off with apple tart and Catalan strawberries and cream, and it’s no wonder why we practically rolled ourselves back onto the cat. Good thing we only had 9 people with a maximum capacity of 12.
In truth, the sun was so hot at midday that after 2 hours we all started seeking the little shade provided by the cat’s sail, so we found the return cruise was much more pleasant, as the sun had begun to drop, leaving a breathtaking view of the Spanish sunset on the horizon as we reached the final shore of Playa Salines. We stopped by that evening at Pacha to meet up with the bride-to-be and her bridal party, and then it was off to bed early to recharge for the next day.
Monday… Wedding day. I guess everyone’s first thought when they hear that phrase is beauty day, hair, make-up, photos… Good thing I’m not the bride. I spent the day at the beach. Cale carbo to be exact. The sun was blazing, the water was clear, and then all of a sudden we were rushing back to shower and change in time for the wedding.
Talk about polar opposites. Compared to the previous wedding of glitz and glamour I attended in Istanbul, this one was about as different as you can get. It was held in an intimate setting in a private villa in San Jose overlooking the ocean. Hosting a total of approximately 40 guests, the atmosphere was a mix of friendly banter between friends, snap happy bridal party with Polaroid cameras for the guestbook, and an eclectic mix of props for dress up photos. Oh, and alcohol… that mix makes for an interesting night.
Once the bride was ready, we all gathered on the terrace-come-altar, and after a short speech from the pastor, a tearful promise of love from the groom, and a kiss to seal the deal, we proceeded downstairs for dinner, speeches, and then a “surprise” performance from the bride and groom. After that it was off to Privilege club in San Rafael for the after party, a VIP booth to watch DJs Marcus Shultz and Armin van Buuren spin for the crowds of people, surrounding by flashing lights and spinning acrobats, leading to a surreal experience even if you’re not into trance music.
On my last day in Ibiza, my plan was to explore more of the island’s beaches, so I rented a scooter, and took off to check out Sa Caleta, Cala Tarida, Torre D’en Rovira, and some other secluded spots on the Western side. The roads were mostly well paved, with clearly marked signs to each beach and lookout point. It was only on the secluded dirt and rock path to Torre D’en Rovira that I wished I’d had a jeep instead of a little scooter. Once at the end of the path, I discovered a breathtaking view of a deserted cliff, overlooking a small cove, shadowed by the red rock landscape all around me. It was a great place to just close your eyes, breathe in the crisp fresh air, smell the salty sea, and fully appreciate the sense of solitude after a busy week. A great end to my trip to the island of Ibiza, not just a party city after all…
Tips: Reapply sunscreen every 4 hours, bring sandals or flats if you plan to go out clubbing, and close your mouth while riding the scooter on the highway: bugs come out at dusk, they’re hard to swallow and spitting is just bad manners.