The Days that Followed

Of course you can't do Formentera without going out on a boat for a day and so we did just that. Halfway through the week, we decided to rent a small boat and discover the island from the outside since we had it covered from within.


We discovered the most amazing and expensive yachts I have ever seen in my life and I discovered the meaning of blue. A blue that is impossible to replicate by human hands. It surrounded me and I realized that if I could imagine it, this would be the color of heaven. We all sat as Idoia acted as Captain and halfway through the day we had nothing to say. I listened to the soft splash of the waves against the boat and the hum of the boat as it put us to sleep.

I found what I would want my dream boat to be like, the small wooden one. A boat on which I could escape in and do exactly this everyday...can't you picture me?

That evening, after our bodies readjusting to steady land, we went to Pilar de La Mola where on the way up the only mountain you have a spectacular view of both sides of the island. We walked around the famous hippy market, bought little treasures and ate dripping chocolate crepes.


After the mountain we went back down to Es Pujols and had dinner and cocktails. We were invited to a glass of Moet Chandon by a stranger and laughed at the mustached Italians. I have to admit my friends were the prettiest girls in town.


The week was coming to an end. Soon paradise would be a distant memory, but we continued to make the very best of everyday, knowing that the very best is always only temporary. We woke up on the 7th day and had breakfast at a cafe recommended by a student of mine. We ate warm chocolate croissants and planned the day, more beach time.

We found another amazing spot, Calo des Morts, recommended again by the same student and went to a little beach local with four blue painted tables and amazing hamburgers. We laughed at the treasures we were able to find each and everyday and appreciated all the beauty around us, starting with the friendships we had formed, ending with the nature that protected us.





Then and then, that evening we, the girls and I did our very own bbq, starting our very own fire and all and popping a chilled bottle of Moet Chandon to celebrate the beauty of the days we had lived.
Then came the last day. Idoia would leave us before we had a chance to leave, flying off across the Atlantic towards Canada. We awoke up early and headed to the beach one last time.



Finally, the very most magical moment came. In the late afternoon, Sandra, Ana and I drove to the end of the world, aka Cap de Barbaria, where we drove on a narrow road that seemed as it would spit you into the sea but at the very end you were saved by a lighthouse. It had to be one of the most breathtaking places. There was nothing but a lighthouse and a steep cliff that fell right into the water. And I whispered, "heaven."




And I finally awoke to my last sunrise in Porto Sale, window, open and the green lit up by the early golden morning sun and this was everything I could've wanted and only dreamt of when I would be back again.


We headed back to Ibiza that day, I bought myself a hat I will never wear again and ensaimades and rested assured that the city would be exactly how I had left it, chaotic.