The view from our balcony at the Hostel
So Paul and I left Barcelona on a sunny morning – figures. But we were headed to Ibiza, the Spanish haven for partying and other debauchery. This is not why we were going. Actually we were going because I had heard so much about Ibiza over the years and was curious to go there, whether or not Paul had come visiting or not. So off to Ibiza we went. And I am really glad.
Portal Nou - entering the old walled city
Through the tunnel...
I love history and Ibiza has lots too, but it also has that amazing Mediterranean charm. Now of course this is mid-April and the weather has not really been idyllic, but regardless, here we are in Ibiza. It is a beautiful mountainous island. And we have a great room in a hostel called Garimundi. There we have been paying upwards of 100 euro a night for some nice Air BnB accommodations and here at Garimundi we have a private room with two beds, and ensuite shower and sink and a balcony at only 40 euro. So I think this is way better. And it has that fun socialable hostel environment. So I am happy and in my element and Paul has seen that to quickly dismiss hostels later in life is an error, so I have converted yet another. You just have to know what you are doing when looking.
Looking down on some of the original old walls from the 1200s
I had made a choice to stay near the town of Ibiza instead of the other bay area where all the partying occurs, not that we are really into the partying time of year, but I had read that this was close to the now World Heritage Site of the old walled city of Ibiza. And this is exactly what is there. And it is amazing.
Up and up one must climb - inside the walled city
So after Paul and I settled in, we set off to check out this old walled city. And like all protected walled cities, it is amazing. I love it.
A dedicated chapel from 1235
The original medieval walls are from the 10 – 15th centuries and fair bit of them remain. The broader and more encompassing walls are from the mid 1500s and still are nothing to scoff. All in all, the area is very well preserved and a treat to visit. Once again though, some of the museums and artifacts were closed for maintenance, given the time of year, and also due to the time of the week. Given that we are here only for Saturday afternoon through to Tuesday morning and isn’t it ironic that the museums are closed Sundays and Mondays. Go figure our luck. First Easter and now this timing. But never the less, we made the best of it.
A medieval door entrance to an old administration building
windy hilly streets
We started off a bit optimistic in shorts but unfortunately storm clouds blew in. But we persisted and ended our night at the nearby cafe with a really inexpensive dinner and some European football. All in all a good afternoon. But I shall post again on Ibiza shortly.
So much photographic material to be had.