Almost undescrible Ibiza
I find Ibiza is easy to love but hard to describe. Is not easy to put into exact terms what is Ibizan. Not because of its charms, but because there is simply too much to tell. For instance, Ibizan architecture, yes it is simple and white, an pristine white by which the Ibiza call the ‘white island. The whitewashed walls are not only in every house, but in every church. On occasion they do appear naked showing the stone directly underneath. Ibizan’s have whitewashing down to an artform, a meditative practice, if you will. One of my attendants at the 5 Star Hotel Ibiza where I was staying mentioned that the whitewashed wall are concerning the Punic epoch ; a whole other story within itself. One I’ll need to investigate it’s mysteries.
Another indescribable aspect about Ibiza, is there are too many revelations to do it justice. Every time I come here, Ibiza offers at my feet, new delights, such as perfect sunsets every day, an amazing amount of tantalizing restaurants with breathtaking vistas. One of my most favorite spots is Es Broll . I manage to drive there every trip, through the lush heart of the island, past a cute cafe’s of Santa Gerturdis on toward the hamlet of Santa Agnes. I miss the left hand turn everytime, it’s small sign is easy to miss, but as I’m not in a hurry, a drive on until I can make a safe turn around and finally make it to EsBroll. It’s a fresh water spring, well here’s where words are inadequate, it’s more precious than diamonds. As I descend along the snake road, it’s history reveals itself and I’m whisked away and become a part of the glossy leaved citrus trees, the dusky olive trees and the richness of the red soil. The Moor’s turned this wealthy fresh water spring into irrigation trenches that seem to flow through history. Ibiza has many other spots that will unfold and reveal their magic, but for now, I’m at peace when I’m here.
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