ibiza

At the risk of sounding like i'm country name dropping (as pointed out by an editor recently - haha) I went to Ibiza last Thursday. It was a last minute decision where I found myself in a Hamlet-esque situation: "To be (in Ibiza) or not to be (in Ibiza)."

I bought myself a seat on an Iberia flight to the party Island south of Spain four hours before the flight - let me just say the exhilaration of being somewhat whimsical and adventurous should be bottled and sold over the counter. It felt like a turning point in my trip away from home. one of cape of good hope proportions.

Yes, Ibiza in short was amaaaaaaaaazing. according to a person from the contingent of friends/relatives i was gonna meet in Ibiza, the island used to be the choice playground during the ancient times of the Roman Empire. In many ways, it still is.

Seafood and paella were readily available.... as was fresh sangria and Ibiza sun, beach and sand!!!

On the first night, i experienced Pacha for the first time. The club is touted to be the birth place of house/dance music and is today still considered a mecca for clubbers from all around the world.

clubbing aside, the island's sand and pebble beaches are beautiful and somewhat spiritual - clearly manifested by its people. By "its people" i mean the people of Ibiza and/or those drawn to it. Along the beach fronted by the Chinrigay beach bar- it felt as if men, women, straight, gay, young and old, naked, semi clothed were weaved into a quilted fabric that danced with the seabreeze. Flapping freely, with hands flailing up and down embracing the elements - sun, water, sand and wind.... someone in the group said: "this must be what it's like in heaven."

So here are some pictures for my friends and loved ones back home.

And oh, btw, i've extended my stay... I'll be back mid oct. I'm back in NYC now. But i'll be heading to Los Angeles at the end of the month, and then to Vancouver before hopping on that plane set for home.