I have to be honest: when my friends suggested we go to Ibiza, I was the biggest skeptic. I imagined sunburned twenty-something’s dropping molly and dancing to music without any lyrics until the sunrise. I did that when I was in my twenties and I’m too old for that now. But thanks to social media, I’d been seeing pictures of Ibiza that seemed doable for this has-been party animal.So I headed to Ibiza this August and shared a house with thirteen other adults, total “Real World” style. Sandra and I were the first to arrive in Ibiza. We rented the car and drove to the house we rented. Well, three days before we left NY, the company that booked our house went belly up and we were left choosing other houses that looked less promising in pictures than our original choice.
And when we arrived, our jaws dropped. The house was a disaster. It looked nothing like the photos. Rooster were running wild in the backyard, Kuzo was barking on the side, power lines were the best view… and we couldn’t find the ocean anywhere nearby despite being in Ibiza. After phone calls and scavenging we arrived at the second house. It was a paradise compare to the first house. Now that lodging was figured out for fourteen people, I was able to relax and start enjoying Ibiza.
We did Ibiza light. We avoided the clubs except for one night. We mostly hung out at beach clubs all day with spectacular views, food, and conversation. We got a little dancing going whenever we felt little tipsy. Most of time we arrived back at the house at around midnight, cooked dinner, and ate at 1am. Being on NY time in Ibiza paid off. After dinner, we munched on pineapples while playing spades or Citizen of Humanity until the early hours. We got up just to repeat the whole thing again.
All the beach clubs are amazing. I recommend Amentis, Blue Marlin, Experimental Beach, and Sunset Ashram. We explored the north side of the island and visited the local beach, Aqua Blancas. We ate enormous amount of fresh seafood including steamed fish, calamari, and anchovies, and consumed rosé and white sangrias like there was no tomorrow.
One day we rented a boat and headed to Formentera, which is one hour away by boat. The ride was a bit rocky but the beach (which you can reach only by boat) was incredible and well worth the ride. It was also one of those fancy moments in life where you get picked up and transported from a big boat to a small boat by the restaurant. Boating life is a whole other dimension of luxury that I was not familiar with. Formentera is beautiful! The aqua-colored water was to die for. The restaurant we ate at, Le Piratabus, was packed with people and is known for its delicious paella. After lunch we hopped back on the small boat to get on our big boat and sailed back to the main island.
So Ibiza wasn’t so scary after all. As long as you avoid Ibiza town where most of the MTV grind types hang out, you will enjoy it so much! I truly miss Ibiza.
Note: Rent a car. There are no cabs, especially at night. Also eat before 10 pm, as your choices are very limited after that. And the entire island has very spotty Wifi.