What is so special about Ibiza?
We head back to the White Isle in less than a week. You might be wondering what is so special about Ibiza? And why does it mean so much to me and my family.
I promised myself that this month I would write one blog post that wasn’t about cancer. This was a travel blog before it was about our cancer experience.
So here it is…What is so special about Ibiza?
Where do I start? There are so many reasons but perhaps if I tell you my story you will understand why the White Island means so much to me.
In 2010 I was 28/29 living in London. On the exterior I probably appeared to be really happy. And to my facebook friends I was living the dream. My timeline was littered with me checking into airports and hotels across the globe.
This was in a pre-instagram world, but if it had been around i’d appear to be living my #bestlife. The truth is I was immensely miserable.
I began 2010 in China, my mum was living there. And we brought the New Year in with a bang (if you’ve ever been to China and celebrated either New Year you will know what I mean)
On my return I moved out of a shared house and into my own apartment with a spare room. By chance a friend was looking for a flatshare. I will be forever grateful for Matt’s company during that year. I’m not sure I could have asked for a better housemate – looking back he was what made most of that year bearable.
I was working between 40 and 60hrs a week at a company I loved, but under a bullying tyrant. On a daily basis our boss made mine and my colleagues lives a living hell. I experienced my first panic attack working for her, I had moments of severe anxiety…I wasn’t living I was surviving and as my career spiralled into misery my personal life wasn’t fairing much better either.
In the fog of the negativity I was drawn to Reiki and took my Reiki level 1. For anyone familiar you will understand what a euphoric feeling it is to find something that can help replace negative energy with positivity.
The one on one reiki helped me to manage the negativity I was holding on to and left me open, open to take on the world…and the first shift was accepting an offer to join a girls holiday to Ibiza.
The White Isles
I had been to the white isle once when I was five. It was where I got severely sunburnt and also learned to swim. It also happened to be my first holiday abroad.
When I accepted the invite to a girls holiday I was oblivious to everything Ibiza had to offer. The trip sounded fun and just what I needed, a week off in the sunshine.
I got on the plane without a single expectation…and then the fun began.
Making Friends For Life
For those who’ve become my friend on a holiday or when travelling you know what i’m like…I tend to float into people’s conversations. It has worked well for me in the past, for example it is how I met my gorgeous pal Marissa.
We floated into each others lives on a beach in Koh Phangnan, Thailand in 2004 and just this weekend I celebrated her wedding day with her.
And Ibiza 2010 was no different, except on this occasion it wasn’t just one person it was a number of people namely Andy, Andy and Natalie. (And Rich more about him later)
My Aussie Boys
Andy and Andy were in Europe from Perth, Australia. O’May and I bonded immediately over general chit chat. He then introduced me to his new Ibiza friends wonderful people from all across the UK, all staying at our hotel. And his wonderful partner Andy.
We only had 3 days hanging out at our pool but we bonded in such a way that I knew they were special. I was sad to see them leave and we promised to stay in touch.
On the Thursday night we all headed to Amnesia. For those who aren’t in the know Ibiza is an island full of mega clubs. They’re huge clubs where you can dance and party to global megastar DJ’s.
Deadmau5 happened to be headlining and whilst I queued up at the bar, a certain gentleman caught my eye.
His name was Rich, he was from Nottingham and he was on holiday with mates. We clicked and danced the night away. We watched the sun come up and swapped numbers.
I was excited to spend my last night in Ibiza with Rich and his friends. We headed into San Antonio caught Calvin Harris in Ibiza Rocks bar and a rather naff night in Es Paradise.
As I wandered back to my hotel, to collect my suitcase and make my way to the airport. I could feel the warm early morning sunshine on my face and realised that something very special had just happened.
My Happy Place
Rich and I talked for hours most nights for weeks, within a few months we had moved in together. And the rest is history…
But Ibiza has remained our happy place. We’ve returned year after year. We’ve travelled together, we’ve travelled on our own and more recently we’ve taken the boys and even my mum.
The moment I land I feel this enormous surge of energy. I feel at peace. The island has a magical energy. There are so many sides to Ibiza, it isn’t all about the parties, you can find drumming circles on the beach, yoga, retreats, people come in the winter to train for sport. You can find the most amazing restaurants, artists and places to explore.
Returning Over and Over
I think fondly of my experiences returning over and over because every trip has been a little different. Meeting Andy and Andy in Ibiza is now a thing. Our friendship has stood the test of time and next year we celebrate a decade of “meeting in Ibiza”
This year we weren’t able to join them but they made time to come to the UK and spend time with us.
2020 is already in the planning stages…
What Is So Special About Ibiza?
I can’t put my finger on it. The island is beautiful, the vibes are chilled. The people you meet are awesome. The party is like nothing you’ll ever experience anywhere else in the world. It is 2.5hrs away from home and the sun is always shining.
And ultimately what is so special about Ibiza is the fact it changed my life.
When we got the all clear to take Bilbo overseas, there was only one place we wanted to go. We all need a holiday, I need to replenish my reserves, I need to fill the positive energy tank and take advantage of all the island has to offer.
I need the chilled vibes and i’m delighted that we’re heading there with another really special family.
The year I met Rich he was with his best friend Tony, next week we head (see what I did there LOL) back, only this time we have four kids, Tony is bringing his wife, my amazing friend Sarah and our mums.
Next week we draw a line under the last year and everything it has thrown at us and I can’t think of a better place, or better people to share it with.
Ibiza we’re coming for you!
If you’d like to read more about surviving Ibiza with kids check out my blog post: Ibiza with Kids – Top Ten Tips for Surviving the Party Island