Ibiza: Living the Dream (Part 3)

Monday Flashbacks

Monday was for the beach. We visited two playas for the day. First was in Santa Eularia and the second was in Portinotx was is on the uppermost tip of the island.

Ahhh...sun..sand..and sea...

Santa Eularia: The best beach in Ibiza, if you would ask me. Crystal Clear waters, away from the mad tourists. Perfect for the family and posers with their fake D&G sunglasses.

Portinatx: situated in the northern part of the island, the Portinatx beach is actually a bahia (cove). Breathtaking with a lovely contrast of the sea and the Mediterranean pine trees surrounding it. It is very popular for family outings so be sure to be there as early as you can to get a space on the vast sandy shore.

The journey towards Portinatx is spellbinding. You will be amazed by towering pine trees, luscious greens and sea views you think would only be seen in a Discovery Channel or the National Geographic episode.

With millions of tourists coming to the Island every year, I am just glad that Ibiza's natural resources is being conserved and protected. Ibiza is not all about clubbing and it's world famous nightlife. For me, it is more about getting acquainted with nature and it's bounties again...being one with nature and away from the stress of everyday living.

I was rejuvenated.

Ibiza: Living the Dream (Day2)

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.

It was absolutely mad. At seven o'clock, the whole world was still tucked in bed or has just started to and they were creating this (nice) noise that woke up every veins in one's body.We immediately had shower and escaped the hotel to find a better one. Criteria: Must have a lift, an Aircon, a swimming pool, and most important of all, it has to be quiet.

After breakfast, we walked around San Antonio and voila! we found a rather nice hotel Called OROSOL with all the criteria we were looking for.

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.
After we sorted out our stuff--which means going back to the previous hotel, dragging down our suitcase down from the 4th floor then go to Orosol, check in, unpack again, etc.---we hunted down hotel Tropicana for a quick dip in the pool. Obviously, it was quite difficult for us to know where it was however, the locals are nice people and I mean it. They are very helpful, always ready to flash a smile and tried their best to speak in Castellano (they speak Ibecencan, much like their own mix of local dialect and Catalan). Four turns in rather same streets, we found the hotel and the pool, finally. The pool is impossible to use if you are above 18 years old, we discovered. It was flocked with 18 and belows with music that even the next isle can hear...and actually feel.

So, Since it was about 2pm already, we decided to have lunch and asked the hotel receptionist for the nicest restaurant in the area free from the tourists but something that is the locals' favorite. Voila! We were pointed to Es Ventall (The Fan) . This place is probably the best for lunch. Cozy with a nice garden and superb camarero (waiter) who knew a lot about his wine. Quite a feat for a rather 20-ish year old guy.

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.

Ibiza: Living The Dream (Day 1)

It was a gruesome task to be in the airport at 6 am for our 8 am flight. That meant waking up at four and do the last minute luggage check to see if I've forgotten my bottle of sunscreen or if it was enough for a 7 day trip or if my Louis Vuitton bag is appropriate for a beach holiday. I freaked out to see that my contact lenses were nowhere in sight so I had to unpack everything before finally finding them. It has been three years since I last flew. My heart thumped like an ape in a cage.

After an hour and twenty minutes of being on air, we finally reached the island and as the warm island wind hit my face, I felt at home. I am an island boy and I felt like a fish being thrown back to the water after three long years of gasping for air on the terrains of Spain.

We then headed to the car rental place to get our Volkswagen Polo. The island might be small but one could navigate it better with your own car. The queue was long and I thought we were lining up for a Madonna concert or something. It turned out that only two staff are in for the day against all the tourist that come every hour. After an hour and half of waiting under the blazing Balearic sun, we got the car and we're off to San Antonio where our hotel was.

Then hotel, as it turned out was not as pretty as the pictures we saw online. It was in a street full of souvenirs and boisterous crowd. It didn't even have an elevator, for crying out loud so we had to drag our 20 kilo suitcase till the fourth floor. It was a tedious job, equivalent of a day's workout in the gym. After a quick rest, we went directly to Eivissa (Ibiza) town for a tour of the capital. The town is breathtaking. It is a prefect mix of of old and new. The buildings dating back to the 18th century and the massive clubs that it is known for. Parking is a problem in the town. A major problem so after what probably was three whole turns to the city, we spotted one and swiftly got the space. We then started our trip to the centre where the main plaza is.Cozy cafes under a canopy of leaves from the well preserved trees where one can spend the whole afternoon chatting away over a glass of Rioja.
Monument---strict reminder that you are still in Europe.
Century old apartments still standing with prideWe moved on to go to the port. The port is, as expected, heavy with tourists. This is one of the more beautiful cafes in the area.
Luxurious yachts for the rich and famous...What's inside is a postcard view of what Ibiza has been. Narrow streets laid with cobble stones and tiny terrazas. It's an eerie feeling being in these streets . Not scary eerie but a lovely eerie feeling. I wondered how life has been for the people who lived here hundreds of years ago. Must have been difficult without electricity or very little supply of water but I'm sure it was a life filled with beauty and free from the pressure of the consumerist world.Views from the walled city

After an hour of sightseeing in side the famous walls, we decided to head back to the port for a quick drink before we go back to San Antonio for dinner.

The beach of San Antonio is one of the three unlucky ones which was affected by oil leak from a sunken ship just a month ago. They've cleaned everything now but still, I had my hesitations on going into waters and besides, it was about 7pm already and the wind was beginning to get chilly.

The biggest problem that night was where to eat. We didn't want to go where all the tourists go for obvious reasons so we did the wisest way to get to the places where the locals go---ask the locals themselves. Fortunately enough, we've asked someone who had taste for good food and we ended up with a local Catalan restaurant called Es Rebost de Can Prats. They serve traditional Ibecencan cuisine however, the restaurant deserve it's own review in this blogsite so I won't say anything at the moment.

After a bottle of a Rioja wine, I was just so sleepy and tired to even think about going out or go clubbing. It was Saturday and the whole island was pulsating with beats, rhythm and action but it had been a long day and I didn't think I had the energy to even do a cookoo chicken dance or anything. Even the thought of a sweaty, scandinavian stud gyrating lustfully on the dancefloor smiling at me didn't excite me at all. An immaculate soft bed and a pillow to cuddle was what I was yearning for.

The Hed Kandi party was on that night and as I hear Peyton's ¨I´ll Rise¨ from somewhere...I dozed off...

End of Day 1
(Watch out for parts 2-7)