Expat with Kids in Paris: Ibiza, my love!

May 10, 2016

Ibiza, my love!

If you look up the definition of Ibiza in the Urban dictionary it will tell you that it is: "A truly beautiful island off the east coast of Spain. Home of the greatest clubbing experiences on the planet, showcasing the great and good (and a few of the bad) of the dance music scene. Used and abused by a minority. Misunderstood by the majority."

Well, as a mature adult I would have to agree with the last sentence. Ibiza is known for it's crazy party scene, however, there is a side to this Mediterranean island that takes your breath away. It is not just the scenery but also the laid-back attitude of the locals (many who seems to be Argentinean, Uruguayan, German or Dutch mind you!).

We came across crescent-shaped calas (coves) with rickety old timber jetties protruding out into the bay. The beaches were picture-postcard locations where pure unpolluted waters reflected the sun. Inlets sliced from the cliffs to form natural harbours of translucent azure water so important to local fishermen, who use it as a place to store and launch their boats. Small villages nestled among the orange, lemon and olive groves on precipitous terraces.

All this a world away from the crowded main beach in high summer. Oh, and don't get me started on the Jamon Iberico, the Paella, the Calamari, the Tinto de Verano and the Sangria...