Tara came over to me on Wednesday night to stay the night, before our flight out the next morning. It made sense for her as it saved her husband getting up to drive to the airport (our flight was EARLY) and it made sense for both of us as the holiday felt like it started that night. We were both excited and had to force ourselves to stop chatting and laughing in bed and go to sleep before our 3am wakeup call.
Things were smooth in Dublin airport, and we were off and landed before we knew it. Although! There was a group behind us on the plane who were intent on starting the Ibiza party early but hey, look what can you do. The poor crew, but they must be used to it because they were well able to handle them.
Ibiza is a small little island with a cute little airport which reminded me of the Key West airport. It was quite busy though - flights coming in literally every 10 minutes from all over the world. It was quite surreal actually - on Friday night we were at a Tinie Timpah show directly under the flightpath - and the planes fly very low - so all throughout the night we had planes coming directly over us. It was the same on the beach during the day.
Tara and I made our way to our hotel where we checked in - we got a nice room on the ground floor with the most amazing view of the ocean directly at our eye level.
Then! Then the rain started. So we decided we would head for lunch and prayed it would clear up for the afternoon.
After the beach Tara and I headed for a drink in a tiki bar close by. It's a bit of a tradition of Tara and I - last holiday we were together was in St Augustine, Florida and I used to go out on a boogie board all day, then throw a pair of board shorts on with my bikini top and go across the road to a dodgy old biker bar and meet Tara and friends for drinks. So we had a big laugh together saying it is just not a holiday unless we are in a bar in bikinis with damp clothes and hair.
So that evening, after quick showers etc, we went out to the Port/Marina in lovely old town Ibiza.
Friday was another beach day! A different one from the previous day - a little bigger and more atmosphere. More beautiful views of mountains and sea - Ibiza really is a beautiful island.
Afterwards we headed across the road to Space (one of the big Ibiza superclubs) - it's recently been renamed Hi but everyone still calls it Space. I really liked this too! And again not something I would have thought I would (lol you're probably wondering why I went to Ibiza at all!). There was one main room - glitterbox - with a cool dj playing some cool tunes with the crowd pumped and dancing. And then there were loads of different rooms off of it where there were different things going on - a chilled garden area, techno house music room, 90's dance area, acrobat/dancers/performers etc. It was great!
We were kind of debating what to do that evening when some guy selling tickets for an event came past and started talking to us (there are club promoters etc selling on the beach constantly). We ended up buying tickets for The Zoo Project which sounded soooo cool and as it turned out WAS soooo cool. We finished up on the beach around 3pm and went back to the hotel to get ready (a very quick turnaround) and headed to a bar for an open bar, and body painting, which was included in the ticket price.
At 5pm our coach arrived and we travelled about 30 minutes to Zoo - an old abandoned zoo turned into a festival space. I had a ball! Loads and loads of bars - in old animal cages, lovely food vendors (I had the most amazing tacos), acrobats, performers, yoga (in the old pony ride enclosure lol), a dj/show in the seal pit with the crowd all standing and dancing in the viewing stands. It all finished at around 12 midnight - we had originally intended going on to a club but we were all pretty wrecked after a great night so we just headed back to the hotel. And considering our long day the next day I was very glad of that!