Oh, Ibiza. How I love you so.
I don’t know what else to say besides that Ibiza is, on all accounts, my kind of island. After doing some research, my friend Carolyn and I knew we were going to love it, but this tiny little Spanish island completely blew our expectations out of the water.
We went with a mission: Playa Benirras, AKA “the hippy beach”. We booked the closest hotel to the beach which was in the Port of San Miguel (beautiful!), and set out on a couple of wild adventures to find our way there. One included a failed attempt at mountain biking on the highway. In theory this would have worked, but we didn’t make it very far before realizing that the hotel offered “free” bikes for a reason. They were totally janky pieces of you know what. So, we ditched the bikes and decided to hike it. After hearing it was a 45 minute hike up and down steep hills, we gathered our supplies (trusty backpack), strapped on our sneakers and hit the road.
After hiking for maybe 25 minutes, we made it to Playa Benirras…our Mecca, if you will. We spent the day lounging on the beach, sipping coconut rum through licorice straws (…what?)and found out that we needed to come back the next evening to experience the hippy-drum-circle-dance-party. Done and done.
Then Sunday came…..beautiful Sunday. We made it back to the playa around 6pm and enjoyed a gorgeous evening of bongo drums, dreadlocks, dancing, and one fiery sunset. I kid you not, this experience was probably one of the most unforgettable of all my travels so far. I highly suggest it.
Long live the tree hugging hippy liberals. Peace!