Trip wasn’t ready to move on yet, but our Schengen clock is ticking….we have 64 days to enjoy the Balaerics, Sardinia, and Sicily before we have to get out of EU waters. So off to Ibiza it was. Despite light winds (well under 10 knots), we had a glorious sail up to the island.
Ibiza has a reputation as the summer party capital of the world. We’re still a few weeks away from high season, but it’s gearing up hard and fast. We would never be able to afford a berth in a marina here, but there is a lovely cove around the corner. It you can find a bit of sand amongst the posidonia sea grass, you’re only a short dinghy ride, short walk, and a ferry trip across the harbor to the old town.
Upon first glance, I thought I was back in Tangiers. Fortresses plus dilapidated but charmingly crowded old white buildings. Then again, that pretty much describes everywhere in Europe with a good natural defense location that was inhabited by the Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, Moors, etc. And Ibiza has had its share.
We had dinner at a restaurant outside of the crowded tourist zones featuring basque (northern Spain) cuisine that was so satisfying. We then spent the rest of the evening wandering around town. We spent most of our time up in the old town along the walls of the fortress. However, there is nothing I love more than people-watching and this is the place to do it. Ibiza is a place to see and be seen. Vacations are carefully planned and budgeted, it can be crazy expensive to come here. Outfits are very carefully planned as well – you have to look carefree and bohemian but in a chic expensive way. This is one of those places where you can never be too rich, thin, or young. The music is thumping from a DJ at an outdoor stage by 7 pm and apparently it goes till the wee hours of the morning. None of this describes much of anything we usually enjoy, but this town also oozes a charm that I never expected. Such a delight!
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