Goodbye to Ibiza

A few photos taken here and there while in Ibiza, mostly on our last day.

img_1717 A night shot. As you can see, going to Dalt Vila, the top of Ibiza Town, is a cardiac workout.

img_1724 We had drinks here one night where the tables were set up on the steps. There were very low bean bag chairs and couches and I really had a struggle to get up at the end.

img_1729 We ate at a very good Thai restaurant while there-outside under the stars.

img_1739 Seen on a stroll around the harbor, a yacht, just a humble thing. This was the largest we saw. I always suspect Mafia money when I see these.

img_1749 A view from the back side of Ibiza Town. This was from the home of a famous architect, new to me, named Broner. He designed it and the furniture inside. It was very simple, really, with windows everywhere with light and views, and, of course, a patio at the top.

img_1757 The local market in what looks rather like a Greek temple.

img_1727 A rainbow to bid us adieu.


There is a smaller island thirty minutes by ferry from Ibiza called Fomentera. It’s rather rustic and said to be how Ibiza was fifty years ago. Ibiza is, in fact, starting to become very wealthy and on its way to becoming a Saint Tropez.

img_1684 A view of a small beach as we walked to it.

img_1690 Look at that water.

img_1697 Another lighthouse. It was at the very end of the island, very isolated.

img_1702 A lookout tower, used as protection by the inhabitants when those pesky pirates arrived. There were also some palaeolithic ruins nearby.

img_1703 The churches were also used as protection-no windows to break and climb through.

img_1705 And yet another lighthouse. Note the desert vegetation. Some areas have pine tree forests, but most are desert.

Exploring the Island

We drove around the island of Ibiza and saw some gorgeous scenery.

img_1649 We chanced upon a neat little restaurant while driving called Giri. It had an incredible garden with seating everywhere.

img_1655 I always stop for lighthouses.

img_1657 A small beach.

img_1668 Look at that view!

img_1669 I liked this sculpture against the ocean and horizon.

img_1673 Local church. Most have no windows as they were used as forts for protection from the many pirate invasions.

img_1667 Another view.



Maurice’s daughter has a place in Ibiza and kindly let us use it for a quick trip to there. It was our second time and we had great time. It is just coming to the end of the season for all of the giant clubs where all of the cool people go for music and, I’m guessing, drugs. I don’t like crowds or loud music so I guess I will never experience the Amnesia Club. Ibiza Town, the capitol, was full of young people with skirts up to here, tops down to there which made me feel like a fuddy duddy as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I saw a skinny man in a turban and a mini skirt as well, a long time resident I was told. Anyway, it was fun to explore Ibiza which, by the way, has a fascinating history with governments by Greece, Rome, and even the Moors for 500 years. The muslim population was thrown out by the new Spanish government at the end.

img_1633 We stayed in the high, ancient part of Ibiza Town called Dalt Vila. It’s my favorite part of the city, full of interesting architecture and, my favorite,  doors and windows.

img_1634 Mellow Yellow.

img_1658 This place sold fruit juice and smoothies as you might imagine. It was also a nice restaurant at night with tables outside overlooking the harbor.

img_1664 Very Spanish looking. Ibiza, by the way, is a Spanish island.

img_1675 An inviting look into a restaurant.

img_1666 Graffiti on a door of a home that isn’t lived in.

img_1641 A look at the casual dress there. I need to get some short shorts with an elastic band to secure my iPhone.

img_1680 On the patio where we stayed. Autumn is pretty nice in Ibiza. We got hot quite a bit walking around.

And More

A few more things we saw on our trip:

fullsizerender1-copy-9 While in Saint Malo we made a bus trip to nearby Cancale, a little oyster village. The village itself was divided in two with the harbor being way down below the hill and the rest up on top.

img_14571 They are known for their oyster production here and you can even buy a few and they will open then for you, put them on a plate and you can sit on a wall and eat them. Not my sort of thing but there were many doing so.

img_14601 There were basically three parallel streets at the harbor level. The one fronting the harbor had nothing but restaurants. We ate at one. Maurice had a starter of oysters from the region and said they were incredible. We then took a little tourist train because it was a long walk back up to the top and it was very hot.

img_14691 There wasn’t much to see up at top but I did like the church that we went into as we had some time to kill before our bus back to Saint Malo arrived. As is often the case, there was a nautical theme inside.

fullsizerender1-copy-10  And a tribute to those who died at sea.

img_14991 On the way back home we stopped at a village called Dol de Bretagne. It had some interesting half timbered buildings and this menhir placed in a field by man centuries ago. These type of things are all over Brittany (as in Carnac) and you wonder what beliefs led to the incredible amount of labor to put them where they are.