Ibiza, the place where I left my heart. I lost my heart to Ibiza the years before, but especially this year I did. We saw só much of the island and all though I am not fond of every city on this island, I am fond of almost 99% of Ibiza. I can’t imagine a place where I would rather be.
Ibiza 2018: for everything you have read, until now, it doesn’t sound much like a succes I guess. But it was. We had a disappointing first couple of days but we finally managed to make the best of our time there. We hired scooters. At first, I wasn’t up for it; I didn’t felt like driving all day but it turned out just amazing.
The place we visited as soon as we got the scooters was Cala Comte; I have been wanting to visit this place as long as I can remember. We never did though all the years before, so I was really excited. In the peak-season it’s really hard to find a place to park nearby, it was hard to park our scooters, let alone if we had a car. But I am not gonna get into too much detail about the places/hotspots we visited because I am planning to write a different blogpost for this
The beach is so beautiful here. However, it was so crowded in Cala Comte that we didn’t stay much longer than 2.5 hours. We went back to our scooters and drove to a beautiful bay: Cala Bassa. But it turned out that Cala Bassa is very popular by the tourists too. Both beaches aren’t very big and thats why it gets overcrowded very easily. We turned around and drove to the other side of the island; to a beach that lays close in our hearts; Figueretas.
Figueretas isn’t too crowded so it is perfect for a ultimate beach day. Sunbathing, listening to music, lunching at a beachclub, snorkeling, swimming and reading magazines; that’s how I really charge my battery. I am writing this blog five days before Christmas, so yes you can say my timing is a little bit of. I can’t imagine anything I need more right now than days like this. The beach is my happy place. Winter hasn’t even started yet and I already miss the warmth of summer a little bit too much.
But back to my Ibiza story, after our day at Cala Comte and Figueretas we stopped by Eivissa one last time. Just kidding, definitely not the last time, but it sounded good, haha. We had some amazing dinner, at the harbour, again because the food is so good overthere. Then it was time to get back to the most not-Ibiza city of Ibiza if you ask me; San Antonio.
Es Vedra and its myths
While standing at a height of 400 meteres, we are looking at the mystical island Es Vedra lays right across from Cala d’Hort. In between the waters of Es Vedra and Cala d’Hort lay a few boats, it is remarkable that they don’t get too close to big rock laying in the sea. There are so much myths and legends about this place, which makes Es Vedra super interesting.
End of the trip
We visited way more places then I am writing about right now, but I don’t want to make this blog too long. Our trip to Ibiza seemed as a disaster at first but it turned out amazing.
There are many things I learned about this trip, the two most important: Ibiza is amazing and San Antonio is shit. This is just my opinion so I am not asking you too agree. Ibiza is just full of amazing free spirited vibes and beautiful streets, cosy restaurants, nice shops and the most beautiful beaches. If you ask me, San Antonio has none of it, I think it is a bit similar to Saloú and Lloret de Mar. Nothing wrong with that, but I think it’s a shame if you only visit San Antonio while being in Ibiza. For me San Antonio doesn’t feel like Ibiza.