Waking up in our hotel room the first morning in Spain we had no idea what to expect. All we knew was that Ibiza was the island off the coast of Spain, meaning it had plenty of beaches. Celebrating our half way point through the semester we were more than ready for a weekend of sun, beaches, sangria, and relaxation. Because we had gotten there the night before in the dark we didn’t even really know where we were. As we made our way out of the hotel building we immediately were faced with the ocean, blue and beautiful as ever. It definitely took my breath away. I knew I was going to like this place.
We had reservations set up with a company online to rent scooters to drive around the city. So after taking a taxi down to the location we were ready to zoom around and have some fun. Neither of us had ever driven a scooter before and I was more than sure this was a disaster waiting to happen. I was terrified. But the lady helped us figure out the basics and soon sent us on our way. We slowly but surely made our way through the streets. Trying to keep my cool but also take in my surroundings I suddenly realized what a beautiful place I was in. Spain has a definite different culture of its own.
The buildings are much different than England, all in bright beachy colors. It was exactly like I had imagined. Everything was warm looking, with murals and graffiti, and Spanish music floating around everywhere. Everyone seemed so free, happy, and relaxed. Not one person seemed to have a care in the world. People in the streets were all dressed in bright, flowy clothing, or swim suits. It’s really hard to explain the feeling and emotion of a place… but just trust me that I don’t think you can even be unhappy in Ibiza. It’s not possible.
After a horrible attempt to put gas in our scooters, with many Spanish boys laughing at us, we made our way to the beach. We immediately ran towards the sand. The sun was shining and the water was lively. There were families and couples strolling the beach but it wasn’t too crowded, given it was the tourist off season. I just stopped on the beach staring out into the ocean and again had that feeling like how in the world was I so lucky to get here??? Neither Katie or I talked for awhile just trying to take the moment in and capture it forever. We walked down the coast line for awhile, sinking our feet in the sand and taking pictures by the water.
Hungry for lunch we drove down to another beach with restaurants that sat at the shore. We ate and drank tequila sunrises, watching people play on the beach. Sitting and people watching in another country is one of the most interesting things. You learn so much about culture just by watching and paying attention. After lunch we decided to just drive around and see what happened. We are definitely learning to simply go with the flow and see where our adventures take us.
We ended up driving up these steep hills, not having any clue where to go. It was really scary driving the hills on a scooter for the first time and we almost debated turning around. Since there wasn’t any place to really do so we decided to keep going to find a place that was easier to turn around at. I am SO glad we didn’t turn around. We were stopped at the top of a steep road that led out onto cliffs that overlooked the water. It was by far the most beautiful place I had ever seen.
Hopping off our scooters we walked through the rustic trails over to the edge of the cliff and looked out all around us. We could see over the whole city of Ibiza on one side and overlooked the ocean on the other. I just looked at Katie and asked her if this was really happening. So many of these experiences just don’t seem real until you’re looking back on them. It’s too surreal at that moment. We looked out at the islands, the harbors of boats, the sailboats out at sea, the beaches filled with people, and just the beauty in the natural surroundings.
No pictures or explanations of this place will ever do it justice. I’m just hoping I will be able to hold on to this place as long as possible. I never want to forget the magic of it. I could feel myself getting a major sunburn standing on a cliff under the heat so we decided to head down. After dropping our scooters back off at the rental place we walked on foot back to near where our hotel was. The streets were quiet and the businesses closed for siesta. This is when for a couple hours everyday Spanish businesses close down to relax and rest. It is the strangest thing, but completely matches the lifestyle and vibe of this country. We decided to partake in a little siesta of our own and relaxed at the beach.
Hungry for dinner we grabbed a pizza from a nearby restaurant, bought a bottle of sangria at a local supermarket, and headed back to our hotel. For the rest of the night we relaxed on our hotel balcony that looked out on the hotel pool, and part of the beach. We drank and talked and relaxed, embracing the free way of life the Ibiza people seem to have perfected.
All day Saturday we did what Ibiza does best… sat on the beach, drank sangria, ate near the water, shopped in little souvenir shops, and sat on the beach some more. This place didn’t have great architectural buildings of history, or crowded streets, or anything like that. But Ibiza definitely holds a special place in my heart. It’s a place where you can feel free, at peace, happy, and full. It is beautiful in ways many places wish they could be. And I am so happy that I got the pleasure of falling in love with it for two short days. It wasn’t goodbye….. it was just see you next time I have more money.