So, I always thought I would use the quote “bad decisions make good stories” for a drunken night or something along those lines but in this case, it was used a little differently. We booked our trip to Ibiza our second week in Paris because we wanted to make sure that we got the best and cheapest flights and hotel rooms. Well, turns out booking your trip two months in advance may not save you any money, it may cost ya!
Ibiza is known as a party island but apparently, this party island has an “off season” is pretty much shut down from the end of September to the beginning of May. And by shut down, I mean shut down. This is the first time to refer back to the title of this post. We didn’t do enough research into planning our trip to know that the island wouldn’t really get started until a month after we left. Our second mistake was our decision to book a hotel not in the center of the island because whenever we wanted to go to the town, it would be a 30 euro taxi ride. That brings me to the hotel itself, Hotel Bergantin. I guess the “off season” is a time for older people to come and enjoy the island because our group of seven 20 year old girls was the youngest by about fifty years, no exaggeration. I didn’t mind it at all, other than the stares and head turns and basically hearing people thoughts asking what in the world we were doing at THEIR hotel. I wanted to say, “Hey, I’m thinkin the saaaaame thing!” Other than that minor detail, I loved the hotel. We had a view of the ocean from our hotel room, got three meals a day, and we even got to watch tv for the first time in three months! The only channel they had in English was CNN, which I must say made me feel more connected to the world than I have since I left.
Even though most of the island and all of the major clubs were closed while we were there, we still had a fun night out clubbing! We went to one of the best clubs in the world, and one that Ibiza is known for, Pacha! We all had a great time which resulted in getting home at 6 am and spending the entire next day in bed!
After we recovered from our night at Pacha, we went to stay with our friends who were also staying in Ibiza, just at a different hotel. Their hotel was more our style. It was mostly all young kids drinking by the pool so we fit right in as we sun-bathed all day with a break for drinks and lunch. The view from the pool was so pretty that it almost looked fake!
We had a quiet last night in Ibiza, packing and getting ready for our travels to Barcelona! It was only about a half an hour flight, which was so nice. (I’m really starting to get sick of flying, especially on Ryan Air. If you ever have a flight with them, I strongly suggest to change your travel plans! Seriously the worst airline, ever.) Anyway, the weather in Barcelona was beautiful when we first got there. It was very different from Ibiza because this city was much more fast pace and full of people! Our hostel happened to be on what I called “the 5th Avenue of Barcelona”. It was on the same street as Dolce & Gabbana and Louis Vuitton! How we managed that, I have no idea! But our hostel was definitely one of the best I’ve seen in my three months in Europe!
After we settled in, we went for lunch that ended with a little ice cream. In the ice cream place, mine & Christopher’s first song ever came on!!! It made me sad but very happy at the same time. Sad because I’ll never get to play it for him again but happy because I think that was his way of showing me that he is constantly with me :) Before we knew it, it was siesta time, which is always seriously needed when I have a full belly.
For dinner, we went to a restaurant right next to our hostel which was delish. I got a tuna appetizer and a steak for dinner. No idea who I think I am!! I should be ordering something less than 10 euro!!!! But hey, when in Barcelona :) I have mostly definitely abused “When in Rome” and even gone to the extremes of using it for other cities, and basically whenever I want! I guess that’s what happens when you’re forced to live like a European for so long :)
Our last mistake was not doing enough research of Barcelona because we had no idea how we were going to spend our next day there. Our flight wasn’t until 7pm so we had so much time. We ended up finding a bus tour around the city, which was actually really cool because we got to see most of the major sight seeing spots and things that we wouldn’t have had time to see on our own if we just went aimlessly walking around. I definitely liked Barcelona better than Seville and I’ve already added it to my list of places I want to travel to again!
Barca soccer stadium!