We

We
arrived late afternoon, rented a car and headed straight to
our hotel in the old town of Dalt Villa to dump our suitcases so
that we could start exploring the island as soon as possible.

We ate ice cream as we strolled through labyrinthine streets,
jostling between the crowds of happy tourists who flock to Ibiza
every summer. That night we had dinner in a local bar hidden down a
narrow alley. It was quiet, hippy tunes wafted over us and we
stayed up chatting for hours.

After breakfast the following morning we headed to Cala d’en
Serra, a secluded beach where clear waters and unspoilt natural
beauty make it an ideal spot for diving – or nudism. In the
afternoon we hopped over to Cala Salada, one of the busiest beaches
on the island, surrounded by pine-covered hills, electric-blue
water and powdery sand.

We dedicated our third day to seeking out the most idyllic
places on this heavenly isle, beginning at Cala Mastella, a small
beach on the east coast, perfect for simply sunbathing. For lunch,
we wandered to the next cove and found El Bigotes, a rustic
restaurant specialising in “bullit de peix” (a local seafood stew)
cooked in a wood oven and served with rice.

With full stomachs we made our way to Las Dalias, the boho flea
market selling everything from arts and crafts to jewellery and
health and beauty products. Finally, we witnessed one of the most
beautiful sunsets on Es Vedrà, a rocky islet just off Ibiza, said
to harbour magical powers.

This is the Ibiza I saw, a place of peace instead of parties –
with a bit of a nudity involved.

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