05 July, 2017
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.
