Beach, lunch and a snooze in the sun, Ibiza
When I moan (increasingly) about how desperate I am to go to Ibiza, I think people imagine I’m planning some massive rager in a superclub once I’m off the Covid leash. And OK, yes, fine, after a year and whatever of being trapped inside with my kids, the idea of a wholly responsibility-free night in a room full of happy, sweaty strangers doesn’t repulse me.
But that’s actually not what I’m talking about when I talk about Ibiza. My favourite part of the island is the north, where it’s rocky and wild, but not in the wild-night-out way. I love spending days at little coves such as Cala Mastella and having lunch at El Bigotes restaurant, or one of the simpler places like Cala Xarraca and Cala d’en Serra. At the other end of the island is my favourite restaurant in the world, Es Torrent, where I stuff myself with seafood rice and spend the rest of the day sleeping it off in a sunlounger, like a basking eel. From wintry, locked-down…
— to www.theguardian.com
