|Although a Great pic by Mrs. Suzi|
Suzi's husband used to have a house here in ibiza and told us that the island had a very posh side and then the hippy side which we were experiencing The streets were filled with the eclectic mix of these hippies who seem to have lost any brain power to them, loads of Italians, old women with big ice creams and families here and there but definitely not feeling that posh " I am in la la land".
That all changed on day 3 where it seems by all accounts this was the most beautiful beach on the island, Cala Comte. As we drove up all of our jaws dropped and then realized. Ohhhhh, so this is why Ibiza is famous. Seriously breath taking and as one would expect " pictures don't give it justice". Don't you hate it when people say that?
The Sunset Ashram with chill back ground music and 250 deg view of different shades of blue sea dotted with catamarans, wooden sail boats and steel yachts. Let's add 11 old and new friends over yummy salads and pizzas and of course more rosè..Yup. I was happy...Definitely happy.
Back to Mediterranean sea for a siesta and refreshing swim. Oh wait , how can I forget the Spanish/Italian / Russian Guido of 70 with the sad realization that his girlfriend of ohh lets say 27 pranced around the beach. All I could think of was the sex in the city saggy ass scene and no matter how many pages of 50 shades of grey you read, ugh, each night must be grueling. After the view it was time for aperitivo and in good Italian fashion we had our spritza which I know learned is half aperol and cava. Highly recommend, you're welcome. The music got jumpier and the grey haired dj's definitely knew their music. Now I want to come back to Eivissa. Later on that night of course we were all beat and unfortunately my blackberry decided to work so it was time for me to get back to work. Uninterested in the night they forced me out again to what supposed to be a chill chiringto where my flip flops, un-make up'd face and wet hair would be acceptable. Wrong. We arrive to Blue Marlin where young obnoxious kids ( that used to be us) ordered bottles of Moet Ice and used the sparklers to light their cigars. Prancing peacocks searched for the hottest girls and I was all too happy to watch the Discovery Channel up close and personal. Russian high heeled prostitutes getting suggared up or suggering up ( how does that work) possible clientele. And now we will never know what the goofy American slipped into the hands of the hot Russian as they took pictures of her in seductive poses. Damn that was fun but after a drink I was over it and thankfully went home as the power went out on this remote "exclusive " club. All in all this was a FANTASTIC last minute surprise that was worth everything and to see my beautiful friend Alice walk down the aisle with her love and her family and friends around....PRICELESS