in the Mediterranean ... Ruled old by Eros and Thanatos, the island of Ibiza has surprised me by its great beauty, great diversity in every aspect and an undeniable aura of mystique that has made it a coveted object of desire since time immemorial ...
My concept of the Mediterranean had been devalued by political and ecological reasons, to become an apathy that bordered on contempt dirty water hot and arid landscapes and restrictions of all kinds. This year I decided to learn the Balearic Islands, just in case, and landed in Ibiza, the largest of the Balearic Islands.
Upon arrival, my eyes filled with water so clear and yet so turquoise as it had seen photos of the Caribbean Sea, was a true impact to see how to cast shadow on the floor of the boats anchored so near Paint Creek. I enjoyed
Japanese as a typical architecture of Ibiza, with strong Arab roots and Aragon, the man emerged almost by natural selection and appropriate systems and materials as possible to the needs and customs of Ibiza, I've dajado overwhelm with huge boulders and Illa del Bos or the legendary Es Vedra, with thrilling stories of Phoenician, Berber pirates and hippies exoteric parties recently. Cala Conta, Cala Bassa, Cala d'Hort ... small universes where you can feel yourself and let others feel, as you knew how to
Migue.
The city of Ibiza, Dalt Vila with its Marina and Penya, a maze of narrow streets and many elements white Multicolored collaborating with the sun to shine more and more, almost to make you blind. From behind the ramparts of the ancient walls and in the background, always, the turquoise blue sea, just a little darker than the sky.
Formentera, the real hideout of the light, I understood why Julio Medem blank filters used in Sex and Lucia
: the blinding of the island can only be understood when you're roasting under its imposing sun if it you add the salt slightly stings the eyes and lips and the face is full of fine grains of white sand, you understand that it is impossible to look directly when up there ... Sun is life in Formentera, but nobody can look into the eyes, perhaps the blue lizards that run all the holes on the island.
After watching sunsets six for six days straight, I realized that the view from Cala Saona is priceless, worth more than any hotel in the small Formentera and costs much less if you get to sleep on the beach, specifically in a pine forest village on the edge of the cliff. The only consolation, when the sun is to procure a light breeze when you're on the bike and think that in those islands one always leaves a bit of himself.
