We woke up to the sound of a drum and a shrieking from a woman who seemed like she was having her 5th orgasm for the day (it was just seven o'clock in the morning). When I looked down our window, I saw this: A hippie playing his drum while the woman (also a hippie) was dancing with his beats that accompanied the loud flamenco chillout coming from their van.
As for the pool, we had to go to their sister hotel, Tropicana. Since it was (and still is) the peak of the summer season, we had to pay a hundred euros per day for the accommodation but that's ok since the room that we got was on the penthouse overlooking the city (not a breathtaking site but manageable) and we didn't have any neighbors so it was so rightfully so, serene.
baked calabacin on curry sauce topped with crunchy bacon strips.Main Course: Grilled Blue Marlin with Seafood sauce and vegetables. (It was their fish of the day)
It was a sumptuous meal though a little bit expensive for lunch (90 euros for two).
I had to see an old Malaga friend that afternoon in Ibiza town so with a full belly, we drove to the capital to see Jessie. I've known this guy since I came to Spain and he just moved to Ibiza with his relatives to start anew. After 30 minutes of catching up with each other's news, I bid goodbye as we have to go still to San Carlos for the inauguration party of my blog-pal's boutique.This is Hannah. She runs a blogsite called My Life In Ibiza and she just put up her own boutique. Her collection is a mixture of elegance and fun. See it for yourself.
She was quite busy with her guests so we didn't have much time to talk. We drove to Ibiza Town after a couple of minutes since it was already getting dark and we didn't have a complete grasp of the roads yet.
It was too late to find a decent place to eat and everything is full so we ended up in one of the many Italian restaurants in town. The chef was Italian, the waiters were Italian, the clients were Italian, even the street musician was Italian. Must be an authentic place, I thought. The food was a disappointment for an authentic place though. Bad. I don't even want to mention it here.
Too hammered to do anything, we had a quick walk to around the city and while this loca was begging for attention (and money I guess), we ran to the car and sped off.