Travel & Hotspots

May's Ibiza Diary

Day eight of what I consider to be a well-deserved vacation in Ibiza, and I have a unique experience. When I look at Instagram, I should be running into someone I know every minute out of nowhere, because there are updates from friends and vague acquaintances darting around within a ten-kilometer radius of us, but spontaneous encounters have yet to happen. So I could go out unwashed and uncombed, but of course, that’s when Doutzen would suddenly appear in front of me.

The fact that we might not want to be with our own kind the whole vacation doesn’t mean we don’t enjoy seeing friends. So we invited our friends C and A for lunch. A lunch that you already know in advance will seamlessly transition into drinks and dinner. If there were an award for serial wine drinking without actually getting drunk, we would have won it hands down. I was so shocked that I didn’t drink the next day. Well, until 7:00 PM that evening. Because then we unexpectedly ran into someone we knew, and that needed to be celebrated.

Moreover, the four of us had just chosen a dress, which was also a reason to raise a glass. In Ibiza, you find cute little shops everywhere with bags, kaftans, crocheted bikinis, and more of that. It makes me bizarrely greedy and eager because everything breathes ‘bohemian’ and ‘let it go, let it flow.’.

The beaded necklace with feathers has to come along, that tall hat too, and of course, that self-embroidered scarf. Daughters danced through the changing rooms and adorned themselves with bracelets and a necklace that casually had a price tag of two hundred euros attached to it. It was time to intervene, so I walked, fully adorned with all the shop goods, to the terrace where my love was having a good conversation with his gin and tonic.

How many hats I had by now was question 1. Well, I put the hat back. The necklace could stay, just like the bracelets from the girls. Then the scarf. It was beautiful, my love thought so too. But I felt a ‘but‘ bubbling up. ’But,“ he said (I knew it, I knew it), ”that scarf is just like a glass of Hierbas, the local liqueur. Nice, really, but in Ibiza.“