The Ibiza Blues
Ahhh, Ibiza, Ibiza, Ibiza, Ibiza! How I love you dearly you charming little sod of an island you! We’ve been home for just over a week now and the holiday blues are very real people, the only thing getting me through is knowing that early next month we will be back on you and in you as Pete and the lads are playing Ibiza Rocks again. We generally end up extending the trip by a couple of days or so and have a little group hol. Always ends up being carnage but in the very best possible way. Anyway I'm babbling, let me talk about last week. A couple of months or so ago we were invited to join our friends for the last leg of their family summer holiday at their stunning villa set into the hills of the insanely beautiful Santa Gertrudis. We were very keen as you can imagine but also pretty set on it being child free for a change. Let the family phone calls and grovelling begin then…
My legend of a big brother Luke and his girlfriend Becky pulled through and agreed to look after our mini Lucifers for 4 days, 4 days of being able to read on a sun lounger without me getting sand in my eyes or Pete getting his nuts knelt on (by the kids at least anyway) and being able to fall asleep freely! 4 days? I’d have done it for 2! They’d babysat quite a few times before so they knew what to expect, they must be frickin’ mad ha but I’m defos not gonna question it. They weren't going to get their soft 7am to a hard 8am ‘lay-ins’, instead it was going to be Dylan waking up just before 5am and Rudy to follow shortly after to be greeted with the biggest cuddle but likely the biggest shittiest nappy too.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys, with all my heart but I also treasure having time alone with Pete, it’s so rare these days, especially 4 whole days!
We arrived at the villa, the sun was going down, it was so so peaceful, so so calm, our pal Sadie was about to do an hour of yoga before we put the glad rags on and head out for dinner. Dreamy start I've got to say. As I said previously, it was a family holiday so we knew to expect kids, I say kids, I mean teenagers, very well behaved, stealth like teenagers. I love teenagers! Well I love these teenagers anyway…
We eventually arrive at the restaurant, outdoor and candle lit with soft lights set into the low tress that were used as our canopy. The food and the company was spot on along with the 2 bottles of super chilled crisp Rosé I’m pretty sure I nailed on my own then it was back at the villa and bed by 1am. Very happy with that indeed especially as our friend Darren had hired a boat and had a full day of activity planned for us the next morning…
We got to the harbour and started to board the boat, I say boat, OK it’s a super yacht and rather wonderful I must say. Engine started and sprawled out on a huge double bed with Pete at the stern we sped off into the deepest, bluest crystal like ocean. After about 45 mins we arrived at a dreamy little bay and the smallest restaurant known to man where we were greeted by the owners and fed the freshest fish, delicious salads oh and again cold crisp Rosé. We were very very spoilt but it’s nice to be spoilt like that sometimes. Stuffed from all the food and the endless Rosé we were back on the boat heading back to the villa for a lazy night by the pool, chatting star signs, more food and camomile tea… The next morning me and Pete decided to go for some brunch, just the two of us. It was so lovely to have some time together, just us being P&P. We found a super cute restaurant in the local square, drank juices, people watched and sang along to Phil Collins. To be fair, the restaurant playlist was pretty sick. Being able to use more swear words than normal and have an adult conversation with no interruptions or without a potential toddler meltdown was exactly what we needed!
That afternoon Sadie had booked a hut over looking Benirrás beach. It was the cutest little hut which had a veranda overlooking the sea. We spent some time with everyone but Pete was very keen to have some time on a sun lounger just me and him so he could, in his words “Order a frozen strawberry daiquiri, drink it, fall asleep, wake up and order another two.” I was totally fine with that. It was about 2pm when we started to look for a couple of sun loungers with a parasol and I knew straight away that we wouldn't get one. Pete was determined to find these loungers, he’s been planning this exact moment in his head for around 2 months. I, on the other hand wasn't as optimistic. It was bloody heaving and nobody was leaving anytime soon. We must have walked up and down that beach about 4 times. I felt like an absolute twat. The sand was burning my feet and was that hot I felt like I was about to spontaneously combust. I was happy to go and sit under a tree in the rocky surroundings but Pete’s determination paid off 5 mins later. He spotted a couple getting up to leave and he was in there faster than you can say… Yorkshire! I was watching other families wrestle with their small children but still made me miss Dylan and Rudy, it can be hard work when you go away as a family, who gets to have the longest nap whilst the other watches the children build sand castle and try to make sure they don’t fling sand into nearby beach goers ass cracks and Piña Coladas? For once Pete and I were the terrorised beach goers but we both miss the boys immensely.
Naps done and daiquiris drank we were ready to go and socialise again.
That evening Sadie had made a reservation at a gorgeous restaurant in North of the island, Portinatx. The sunset, food and company yet again was epic and it was a perfect setting for our last night.
Morning came round and it was time to say goodbye to the dreamiest villa. We had all planned to meet for lunch at Sadie and Darren’s hotel they were going to stay at for the next few nights so Pete and I decided to go and spend some time in Ibiza Old Town before we made our way to the hotel to meet them.
The familiarity of Ibiza alway hits me when I get to the old town yet I still never fucking remember to wear shoes with grip! I wore some sandals with a leather sole and I rarely wear them. Nice one! I was slipping and sliding all over the place. Poor Pete had to prop me up in the 1000 degree heat. Our what was supposed to be a gentle stroll around old town turned into Pete basically being a donkey. We marched straight into the first shop we found that sold flip-flops. Didn’t want anything fancy, just something to stop me stacking it!
We eventually decided to sack off our walk and just head to The Nobu Hotel, where Sadie and Darren were staying.
My word, that place is stunning! It was torture leaving for our flight a few hours later. We had a long lunch with a couple of cocktails, a little chill by the sea and then it was time to go.
Just a little shoutout to Sadie and Darren… Thank you so so much for inviting us out to hang with you’s for a few days, we absolutely loved it! Next year lets do it again but with Dylan and Rudy there and for a lot longer, 10 or 20 years perhaps?
Oh and any ideas on how to pay an Ibizian parking ticket from the UK would be greatly welcomed.