#28 Watch a futbol game in Spain – Part 2 (Ibiza)

31 Oct

Due to the delay at the Barcelona airport, I arrived in Ibiza around 10 p.m. I felt bad about getting there so late because I had planned to meet up with my cousin and introduce her to my LA friends Heidi and Ronnie. Well, turns out I had nothing to worry about. Being the social, resourceful people they are somehow the three of them met up on their own. The other problem with being late was that my cell phone didn’t work, so if everyone had already left to go out for the night, there was no way I would find them. I dropped my stuff in my room and quickly ran over to the room registered to Heidi  (no phones in the room, so you have to get off your butt and actually walk over there). To my pleasant surprise, Heidi opened the door to reveal my cousin and Ronnie hanging out and ready to go out for the night.

I was quick to learn that in Ibiza time works on a completely different schedule. Let me walk you through a typical day – wake up at noon, have lunch, take a siesta until 5 p.m., get up and have some drinks, get ready, go to dinner around 11 p.m., go to the club at 3 a.m., go to bed at 11 a.m. Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m getting old and I can’t keep up with a schedule like that. Don’t get me wrong, I gave it a shot (literally), but my body quickly reminded me that I’m not 21 anymore.

We went out the first night to one of the big typical Ibiza clubs. The word big doesn’t really do this place justice though. It was gigantic. So many different rooms. At one point we were in a room with a stage and a rock concert going on. This place put Hollywood to shame!

One awesome (read: not so awesome) thing about Ibiza is the cost of a drink. It’s somewhere in the neighborhood of $25 for one drink. And this isn’t even a large, generously poured drink. This is one measured out shot, two ice cubes and a can of coke on the side. Needless to say, I definitely recommend drinking before going to the club.

So after a couple hundred dollars in alcohol, endless rooms of different types of music, dancing on a platform, meeting some of my cousins friends and nearly 100 photos (we tend to take a lot of pics when we’re drunk), we finally decided to head home.

Now while you probably think the next morning is the moment when I remembered I’m not in college anymore, prepare to be shocked. None of us felt amazing, but we did make it out of the room the next day. Here is the mistake though – we started drinking out at the beach (where I met my future husbands – see below) and NEVER stopped!

I realize I’m making us all sound like lushes right now, but understand that’s what people do in Ibiza. We went out that night to a more loungy, Miami-style place, which did indeed close at 2 a.m., but the damage had already been done…

The next morning we woke up early to take a ferry over to the island of Formentera with a group of Brittany’s friends and I was not in good shape. **This is the moment I was referring to earlier.** This was the moment that I wished I could just curl up in my own bed at home. Instead, I made the decision to get on a ferry in incredibly choppy waters. Needless to say, that was not a good idea. We made it to the island and after renting three motos and a car, we made our way to a couple of beaches. It was absolutely gorgeous and the water was so clear that even I swam in it! In retrospect, I probably should have just stayed at the hotel and recovered, but I never want to miss out on the fun.

We made it safely back to Ibiza and parted ways from Brittany’s friends. We decided to just keep it mellow that night and the four of us went to dinner in the harbor. One really cool part about this is around midnight every night all the dancers from the clubs walk through the street singing and performing, basically trying to entice people to come to their club. I think it is a really cool idea and provided for some good entertainment as well.

We had one, absolutely amazing drink and then called it a night.

Well, most of us that is. Brit ran into some old friends from when she used to live on the island and decided to go check out one of the clubs. It was the perfect night for me and Brit got to do what she wanted as well, so it was a win-win for all!

For our next and final day in Ibiza Heidi, Ronnie and I wanted to go do some touristy stuff, so we parted ways from Brittany, who went meet up with her friends. The three of us walked around an old castle that overlooks the island and the ocean. It was beautiful and actually very interesting. I would have never expected to find history on a party island.

It was also a cool experience because it was completely deserted, as we were there during siesta (since we went to bed at a decent hour the night before, we didn’t need a siesta).

After that we did some souvenir shopping and then headed back to the hotel.

I hadn’t had paella yet, so we decided to go out for a nice final dinner. We ended up finding a place that had the most interesting menu I have ever seen. Zebra? Really?

It worked out well for us though because Heidi wanted sushi, which they had, and I wanted paella, which they also had. I’m not sure if there’s anything this restaurant didn’t have!

It was a great dinner and a perfect ending to the trip.

The next morning I got up and went back to the airport. Three quick flights (Ibiza to Barcelona, Barcelona to Paris and Paris to LA) and I was back at home.

I had the most amazing time in Spain. It was so great to see and experience the culture firsthand. I can’t wait to go back sometime and if you’ve never been I highly recommend it. Just be sure if you’re going to Ibiza, you know what you’re in for!


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