Throughout the trip, my tour mates and I remarked at how surreal it was to be in Spain and how lucky we were. It’s a gorgeous country and so different from my regular life.
After the night (and early morning) at Space, we had a free day in Ibiza, which for me meant sleeping in and not rolling out of bed until after 11 a.m.
When I did rejoin the Land of the Living, I knew exactly how I wanted to spend the day: on a beach reading a book and people-watching.
And that’s exactly what I did for the next few hours. A few tour mates and I took a taxi to the beach by the Bora Bora Resort. I dipped my toe in the water and yanked it out even faster because it was cold. In any case, the water was gorgeous. I took a few photos because I wanted to remember how colorful and crystal clear the water was – aquamarine and turquoise and amazing with not many waves.
While relaxing, I kept thinking about the chicken club sandwich I’d had the night before. Yeah, I wanted another one. The beach was near the restaurant, so I said good bye to my tour mates who wanted to explore the beach more. When I arrived at the strip where the restaurant was located, I noticed something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I kept walking, and then it hit me! The restaurant was closed! Nooo!! I didn’t notice at first because other restaurants were open, and I was thinking my restaurant was farther down. It was not.
I guess it’s only open at night to take advantage of all the club goers. Sigh. So I went next door and had a really good pasta with cream sauce, ham, and peas dish. Then I went back to the hotel, showered, and put in motion the second part of Jamie’s perfect day – shopping!
We were staying near Old Town, where a bunch of stores were located, so I walked over there. I bought a supercute white skirt from Pimkie and a red striped shirt from Stradivarius.
That night we went to Café del Mar to watch the sun set over the water. Café del Mar is famous for its sunset views. It was obvious why. Beautiful.
The only downside to Café del Mar was that I paid 6 euro for a tiny bottle of Sprite! I will forever be mad about that. The price wasn’t on the menu. If I’d known it cost that much, I would have gotten a mojito for only a little more!
After the sun set, I went back to the hotel and called it a night. I could have gone to Pasha, another famous Ibiza club, but I was tired and not feeling it. Oh well.
So long Ibiza, party capital of the world!
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Next? Day 9: I get on a boat!