All I have to say about Ibiza is what a great idea. During my study abroad in Madrid I flew with my three new girlfriends to this wild and crazy island. Aside from it being known as a party place it is truly a beautiful island. We flew in late so I had no idea what Ibiza truly looked like, and we had plans to go to this club called Amnesia. My friend Hallie had a friend who was dating the DJ of that night, Ferry Corsten. I was 21 at the time, and house music was not as popular as it is today, therefore I had no idea who that was. We did hang out with Ferry though and had a great night. The best part about it was walking out at 6am on the top of a mountain and seeing the amazing view.
There are several ways to get around in Ibiza. One is cab or rental car obviously, but since we were students, we had limited funds. A great option on a budget is taking a bus. They meet at certain locations and transport everyone to the clubs. It was a fun way to meet new people who are there partying, but also scary since some of them were on way too many drugs. There were also “fake cabs” where locals would offer to take you around for a fee. I am not sure how safe this was, but we had no issues.
We stayed in a Hostel in Manuel Antonio. It was right next to the large egg which symbolizes Christopher Columbus. It didn’t really matter where we stayed since we spent no time in the hostel. One thing you have to do after spending a day at one of the amazing beaches is check out Café Del Mar. Everyone goes there before the sun sets and has dinner and hangs out. They play really good music as well (they sell their own albums). The music starts out soft and gets louder and louder as the sun goes down. Fire throwers and other entertainment comes out, and the place eventually slows down as people leave to get ready to go out. One club I would really recommend is Pacha. It is a club, but there are a bunch of different rooms that are very unique.
We spent our last night at Pacha. There was a girl in our group from school who decided that she liked it there too much and refused to leave so we could catch our flight back to Madrid. After literally thirty minutes she wouldn’t budge so we ended up leaving to go to the hostel. I didn’t even know what to think, but I somehow thought that maybe this kind of thing happens all of the time, and people either stay or come back to their senses. Somehow when our “taxi” arrived back to the hostel she was waving with the biggest smile on her face as we pulled up.
Places To Go:
- Cafe Del Mar
- Cala Comte
- Cala Saladeta