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We’ve come a long, long way together…

As I sat down to write my annual New Year blog today, I began to reflect on the many similar posts I’ve created in the past. And as I painstakingly dug out all the archived links to read for inspiration (sometimes cringing at myself and other times feeling quite chuffed that it was actually me who wrote that), I realised that this blog – the one you’re reading right now this very minute – is my TENTH blog focused around the dawn of a new year. TEN! Well, they do say time flies when you’re having fun after all… I’ve come a long, long way since that first festive blog post – a little post covering an intimate NY soiree, the Spanish tradition of eating 12 grapes at the stroke of midnight and Pacha on NYE. But really, we’ve come a long, long way together… without regular White Ibiza readers clicking on my blog each week, and without daily life in Ibiza giving me so much to write about on a regular basis, I never would have made it to this point – so thank you for indulging my little whimsies every week. But, as they say, the more things change, the more they stay the same (who ‘they’ are will always baffle me, as does that saying on occasion) and I re-read that original NY blog with a very strong sense of déjà vu. You see, what I wrote then is almost as relevant today as it was then, give or take a few facts about how many businesses are open in Ibiza over the holiday period and who I’m going to smooch at midnight. It’s that time of year where most of us turn our thoughts to the previous 12 months, followed by some time to think about our hopes and dreams for 2018… with a little bit of fun and frolicking (not to mention swallowing those aforementioned 12 grapes) in between. I’m once again thinking about staying in during the early evening on New Year’s Eve and then hitting the dance floor after the magic midnight moment – this year at HEART Ibiza to the sounds of my beloved Luciano instead of Pacha, which for the first time ever is closed for renovations – before getting just a little shut-eye around dawn to save myself for the eagerly awaited annual Circoloco NYD party at DC-10.

I’ve also been thinking yet again that it’s great to see the entire island come out of hibernation for the festive period – and judging by the cost of direct flights to the island around NYE, it’s even more of a world class destination for the event than ever before. Right now, I have a list of over 30 NYE dinner events alone pinned to my desk, plus a huge array of parties and day-after brunches, lunches and of course, afters – but back when I wrote my first NYE inspired blog post you’d have been lucky to have found any more than about seven all across the island! The island is forever growing, forever changing… and while some may moan about things not being the same as the good old days, I can’t help but think it’s getting better all the time. And if you’re a newcomer to our Ibiza New Year’s Eve traditions, I have no doubt you’ll fall in love with the experience just like I did so long ago. I’ve sworn never to miss a New Year in Ibiza ever again. After a couple of (in my opinion) disastrous occasions foolishly spent overseas, I know that for me personally, there’s no better place in the world to be over New Year than Ibiza, and there are no better people to spend the NYE countdown and the many celebratory hours afterwards with than my Ibiza friends and adopted family. It’s not about flashy fireworks and fancy formal dresses, but it’s always my kind of celebration. The kind where you can do what you want, with whomever you want, wherever you want, dressed however you like. Whether it’s at home with your cats, on a beach for brunch or dancing your way through the night, day and beyond – anything is possible in Ibiza. So please excuse me for repeating myself, but I feel like this is an occasion when it’s ok to reference the past (I can see now why musicians can feel tempted to perform cover versions of older songs!) as we prepare to enter our futures. Whatever your style of celebration, whatever your resolutions and whoever you’re going to smooch at midnight, I wish you a wonderful and safe New Year and I hope you continue to read my waffle for the next ten years ahead! Happy 2018!

I’m a believer…

Christmas is a time where it’s easy to believe in magic. There are pretty lights twinkling everywhere, sparkling decorations, parties aplenty, people dressed up to the nines, champagne glasses tinkling, new Star Wars movies to watch… and of course, there’s the promise of Santa Claus. What… you don’t believe? I’ll admit, after you reach a certain age, the idea of a fat man in a red suit travelling all over the world in one single night, led by flying reindeer no less, certainly seems hard to swallow. But there’s just something so hopeful, so charming and so magical about the concept of Santa that I always kind of held onto a little shred of hope that he was real. Plus, that time I heard the reindeer’s footsteps on my roof when I was about eight years old pretty much confirmed it for me anyway. Santa is out there.

As a kid, I always knew the department store Santas weren’t THE ONE – I just figured he had a lot going on in December so couldn’t be everywhere all at once (I see the irony) and farmed the job out to some actors. I didn’t mind. Those guys always seemed to pass my wishes onto the real Santa and I was always very fortunate enough to find the exact presents I’d wished for under the tree come Christmas morning. They were obviously my hotline to the main man. I remember the anticipation of Christmas morning SO WELL. I had butterflies every Christmas Eve and I’d want to go to bed early so I could wake up to Christmas day sooner. My mother tells me I would often throw up in the throes of over-excitement. Who can blame me? At some stage between say, the hours of 10pm and 5am, a magical man in a red suit was going to find his way into my house – despite the fact we didn’t have a chimney – and chow down on some cookies and milk before leaving me a bunch of cool stuff. He was always SO STEALTH. No matter how many times I woke up in the middle of the night and snuck down to the tree to see if he’d been, not once did I ever see Santa in action. The closest I came was hearing those hooves. Of course – there were some times when Santa seemed in closer proximity than others. Like that time my parents were in direct contact with him – he’d asked my dad to build me a cubby house and my mum to make curtains for it because the elves were too busy that year and needed help. That was pretty cool and even more proof that he was real. They told me I wasn’t allowed to see it until Christmas because those were Santa’s orders and I respected that. No one wants to piss off the big man and risk getting a lump of coal on Christmas morning.

Over time, Santa’s visits started to slow down, but I always thought that was OK. Santa was all about little kids – as you get older, new kids are born to take your place. It’s the natural order of things. But I never stopped believing. Of course, when I moved to Ibiza I did kind of wonder whether Santa would be able to find me again – should he feel the urge to revisit me in my grown-up years – but I’ve always trusted in his reindeer compass system anyway, so I’m not going to start doubting him now. Plus, I am pretty sure I spied him in the DJ booth at DC10 on New Year’s day one year (the guy surely needs a good rave after all that Christmas stress!), so Ibiza is on his radar for sure. All these years later, I am aware that I was one of the very lucky ones who had the luxury of being able to believe in Santa so fervently and for that I will be forever grateful (and will forever listen out for sleigh bells ringing on Christmas Eve). But if Santa is just not your thing (in the backlash against lying to children, competitive parenting and consumerism or if Christmas is just not a holiday that’s in line with your beliefs – I get it), please find some other kind of magic to believe in! Because when you believe in magic, anything is possible… and that’s the kind of outlook we need more of in the world today. I recently read an article that really resonated with my not-so-secret belief of Santa Claus. The idea was that there’s a little bit of Santa is in all of us (whether you’re a parent or not). We all have the ability to play Santa, selflessly giving and not expecting anything in return. And now that it’s Christmas time, we should all embrace our inner Santas and give as much as possible. Whether it’s giving heartfelt gifts that make people feel loved and appreciated or giving your spare change or donating blankets, scarves and coats to people on the street to try and help make their living conditions a little more bearable, the spirit of giving should be at the heart of your Christmas wishes. And if giving doesn’t come naturally to you? Well, just remember – Santa is always watching!

Love Ibiza Now

But while I do that from the comfort of my desk chair, there are other people in Ibiza who are tirelessly working on the frontline, volunteering, donating, campaigning, educating, creating initiatives, starting programs, asking questions to the people in power. You know, getting shit done. Love Ibiza Now is a new island-based, non-profit organisation created by a dynamic duo who do all of the aforementioned things and more – and it’s a name you’ll be hearing a lot more of in the future. Founded by long-term White Ibiza collaborator Ana Lui and born and bred influential islander Hjordis Fogelberg Jensen, Love Ibiza Now was inspired by the pair’s shared love for Ibiza and Formentera, combined with their shared passion for acting on the issues that actively concerned them. Having a platform from which to launch their own initiatives – which currently include a drive to make Ibiza a plastic-bag free island among others, but more on that a little further down – and to shine a light on eco-friendly island brands and businesses, plus educate others on the environmental issues that are affecting our islands, in addition to raising awareness for sustainable solutions.

Ana, a successful professional photographer, has always been loud and proud when it came to that side of Ibiza the magazines and newspapers don’t cover. From animal welfare and recycling (or lack thereof) to polluted beaches and reducing plastic waste, chances are if you live in Ibiza and are active on social media, Ana’s activism will have reached your eyes and ears. Hjordis, an artist, author and designer, is equally as passionate on such causes and featured many handy tips for conservation and sustainability within her popular guidebook, My Ibiza & Formentera, thus starting to open the eyes of the thousands of tourists who may not have been aware of the island’s fragile ecological state prior to reading it. Truly living their ethos of being the change they wish to see in the world… or in our case, on the island (which of course in the grand scheme of things contributes to the greater good of the world), Hjordis and Ana are no longer just thinking about making a difference to Ibiza and Formentera – they’re actively engaged and encouraging others to do so as well. So now (from the comfort of my desk chair yet again), I would like to ask anyone who’s read this far to visit the Love Ibiza Now website to learn more about it! If you’re feeling generous, you can make a donation – remember, it’s a non-profit organisation so all donations are given directly to the project Love Ibiza Now is currently working on.

Which leads me to the project, which I vaguely alluded to earlier in this blog. The very first project to be launched by Love Ibiza Now is a drive to eliminate all plastic bags from supermarkets on the island, starting with those totally and utterly unnecessary single use mini bags used to weigh and buy fruit and veg and leading all the way to the extra strength ‘grande’ versions you now pay 10 cents for when you do your shopping in a chain store. After all, just because you’ve paid for it doesn’t make it any more environmentally friendly – you’re just giving more money back to the suppliers to order more. In an ideal world, we’d all carry our hand-woven traditional Ibicenco cestas (baskets), with their lovely buttery soft leather reinforced handles to do our grocery shopping. But the fact is, it’s not always possible. Not everyone can afford their own basket, not everyone keeps it in the back of their car and of course, there are times when you go shopping spontaneously. Now this is where Love Ibiza Now comes in. The organisation has ordered a variety of sample bio-bags to supply to all supermarkets owners in order to show them just how easy it is to go green. Beyond the samples, Love Ibiza Now will also sponsor the shop’s first order in good faith (proudly putting their money where their mouth is) to encourage them to make the leap.

When you look at how many supermarkets, grocery stores, fruit shops, corner stores and other plastic-bag-giving outlets there are across the island, it’s clear the girls have got their work cut out for them. But change is indeed possible. There are parts of Africa that are plastic bag free: Kenya, Mali, Cameroon, Tanzania, Uganda, Ethiopa and Rwanda to name a few. There are islands in Greece, parts of Hawaii, the Philippines, in Bali, in Australia’s culturally rich Northern Territory, in San Francisco, and quite a few more. If these places can ban plastic bags, then an island such as Ibiza – which is inhabited by some of the most cosmopolitan, conscious and well-educated people in the world – should have no problem following suit, especially with Love Ibiza Now leading the way. There are many more projects in the pipeline (plus a cool charity Christmas Bake Sale here in Ibiza  at Aubergine on December 23, 2017), and if you follow Love Ibiza Now on Facebook, Instagram or by signing up to receive their newsletter, you’ll be the first to hear of them and be able to take part. In the meantime, if you want to start to make a difference and look good while you’re doing it, you could snap up one of the stylish t-shirts available from the Love Ibiza Now online shop, which very transparently explains that each tee (retail price 30€) costs approximately 10€, and the remaining 20€ goes directly to the active projects. Choose between Love Ibiza Now and Love Ibiza’s Sea – or why not make even more of a difference and get both? And importantly… wear them! Share the Love Ibiza Now love with the world. Today, tomorrow and forever.

Christmas shopping conundrums

There’s no better excuse to go shopping than Christmas – it’s a feel-good experience, dreaming up the perfect gift ideas and wandering around the stores and snapping them all up like a treasure hunt. After all, it’s all in the spirit of giving. In Ibiza however, Christmas shopping – in my humble opinion – is nowhere near as easy as it is for those who live in a big city. The stores here are quite limited with stock (and not so festively inclined, aside from the big high street brands), and the island just doesn’t have an abundance of novelty stores – you know, the ones that are ideal for accessibly priced stocking fillers. That’s not to say we don’t have amazing boutiques and concept stores – we do, it’s just that they are admittedly quite pricey, and when you have a list as long as your arm for people to buy for, sometimes you’ve got to be a little budget conscious.

After a week spent traipsing the streets of Ibiza in search of the perfect gifts (finding some, but not all), I decided to turn my thoughts to the wonders of the internet. After all, with plenty of time to spare and almost anything you can ever dream of right at your fingertips, I figured I could win at Christmas this year. That is, until I realised that even online shopping in the first week of December doesn’t guarantee your gifts will arrive in time for the big day. Such is postal life on a little island in the middle of the Mediterranean… sadly things don’t arrive overnight, or whenever they say they will (sometimes four-day express postage has been known take up to 17 days in the middle of the year, not even factoring in extra time to allow for Christmas). Opting for couriers doesn’t make it easier either – nine times out of ten, whether you live in the campo or in the pedestrianised part of Dalt Vila like I do, they ‘can’t find your address’ or ‘tried to make your delivery but no one was home’ (even though you know full well you were home all day). Then you’ve got to do your best to find their warehouses (which seem to always be closed whenever I have time to pass by – namely lunch time or weekends) to go and pick up the parcel yourself, thus defeating the purpose of door-to-door delivery. Blame dodgy GPS, blame a bad work ethic or just blame no one and accept it – it is what it is. The longer you live here, the more you get used to allowing time for these things. Patience, as they say is a virtue. Although when it comes to Christmas shopping, one’s patience can wear thin quite quickly.

So, having given up on island and internet shopping, my last chance was a visit to a big city – which I just so happened to have planned for my vacation this week anyway (cue the feeling of being chuffed with myself). There I was, in the land of the free, the home of the brave, and perhaps most importantly, the undisputed global capital of consumerism, the United States of America, with all the world’s retailers right on my doorstep, ready to tick all the boxes that I needed to be the best gift giver-er of all time this Christmas. And then the strangest thing happened. There I was, on a high street to beat all high streets, surrounded by tinsel and sparkle with lovely Christmas songs floating across the airwaves, when I felt totally and utterly overwhelmed by all the choices before me. All of a sudden, shops filled with quirky gift cards and eclectic joke presents seemed a bit forced and fake. There were far too many people jostling with one another to be at the front of the railing or queue. Row upon row upon row of novelty socks – with anything and everything you can think of, from the Mona Lisa to spicy chilli sauce bottles, cats of all descriptions and of course, a million varieties of Santa Claus imagery – just seemed to totally ridiculous to me. Why on earth does anyone need a 200-square metre retail storefront dedicated to socks? And (right next door) why do festively wrapped boxes of chocolate (or saltwater taffy or flavoured popcorn or the like) need to cost three times the regular retail value? Christmas seems more like a competitive sport over there.

Something was shifting inside me. For my entire adult life, I had always happily been swayed by advertising campaigns. I was addicted to things you’d buy just ‘for the sake of it’ but didn’t need. It seems living on our little island for more than a decade has had more of a profound effect on my shopping habits than I’d ever realised. While I still had the desire to shop for gifts for my loved ones, I decided I’d much prefer to buy gifts with a purpose. To carefully shop with each person in mind rather than to grab loads of little bitsy things simply to beef up the volume of a Santa sack or gift bag. Now I’m dreaming of a conscious Christmas… with no need for armloads of dozens of unneeded plastic bags. And perhaps even less wrapping paper and ribbon. I’m heading back to Ibiza, pronto, where I can take my beloved traditional Ibicenco shopping basket out with me (in order to say no to plastic) to re-scour those shops I previously dismissed in the thick of my Christmas shopping conundrum with my new Christmas mind set in place. What better present to give your friends and family than the gift of Ibiza anyway? The bounty from the white isle is plentiful – handmade woven baskets, hats and espadrilles, luxurious leather goods, one-of-a-kind fashion creations, beautiful and meaningful jewellery, beauty products made from Mediterranean ingredients sourced here on the island and of course, the best ‘build your own hamper’ style ingredients in the world (think Hierbas, gin, craft beer, local wines, fresh teas, artisanal coffee, chocolate, jamon, locally made cheeses and so much more edible goodness! On that note, I think I’ll make a hamper for myself too!). I should have paid more attention to Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz when she said ‘If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard’. Because as I said before… what better excuse is there than Christmas to go shopping in Ibiza, especially if it means you get to spend hour upon hour searching your beloved island for heartfelt gifts and can support local businesses and brands in the process? It’s all about the spirit of giving…

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Mediterranean magic

Launching in spring – and now taking reservations for its debut season – is the spectacular 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza, an all-new luxury resort set to bring new levels of style, service and sophistication to the west coast of Ibiza. Within the five-star resort are an array of restaurants, bars and wellness areas also open to the public, making it one of the most highly anticipated venue openings in many years. The resort itself is set on a striking clifftop in Cala Codolar, with breathtaking views over the sparkling Mediterranean and across to Ibiza’s legendary limestone rock formation Es Vedra. Surrounded by fragrant pine forests and abundant nature, 7Pines Kempinski Ibizais just minutes (and walking distance) from some of the island’s best beaches and secret coves, although once you settle into its completely private and discreet way of life, it’s easy to imagine not leaving the complex for the duration of your stay. The choices are endless.

A stylish, purpose built luxury resort complex designed with pure relaxation, discretion and indulgence in mind.

With 186 suites – one and two bedroom suites spaced out over the resort grounds – 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza is a stylish restoration and redevelopment of a small coastal village, that respects the local architectural heritage with which it was originally built. Views vary from stunning clifftop vistas or contemporary poolside views to suites presiding over the pool, garden or bay – each one as beautiful as the next. Every room is equipped with all the creature comforts you could wish for and fitted with modern décor echoing the hues of nature to create a calming, harmonious environment. Beautifully maintained mature Mediterranean gardens complement the rocky, rugged coastline on which 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza is built. Two outdoor swimming pools – one of which is a sleek infinity pool – set the ideal scene to relax, sunbathe and cool off in the high summer heat, while outdoor Jacuzzis, a sauna and steam room are on hand when you want to amp it up. Health, wellness and fitness are prevalent, with personal trainers, private yoga instructors and a variety of outdoor fitness activities availble, while those who prefer to kick back and soak it all in will enjoy a day out on the resort’s very own Pershing yacht.

The gastronomic offerings at 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza promise to be second to none. Mornings begin at The View – an innovative fine dining space overlooking Es Vedra, with the feeling of floating above the clifftop thanks to floor to ceiling glass windows that open out onto a stunning terrace. And if you think The View is spectacular by day, just wait until you experience it after dark. Opening once again for dinner, the menu fuses European and Korean traditions, techniques, flavours and spices, resulting in an experience like no other on the island. Take it up a notch by booking the chef’s table, where you can interact with the culinary team as they take you on an unforgettable dining journey and be sure to ask the professional sommelier to guide you through the world-class wine list. With a laidback ambience and buzzing social scene, Cone Club restaurant and bar is the place to be at 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza, from lunchtime through sunset – when the space truly shines, as the sun casting its golden glow over Es Vedra in the foreground – and dinner. Communal tables and cocktails create a casual vibe, while those looking for a more VIP experience can escape to private cabanas. An a la carte menu with a hint Asian and Arabic flavours and sharing plates are also available, meaning no matter what your appetite or dietary requirement and whatever time of the day, there’s something to suit everyone in your group at Cone Club.

Designed in conjunction with world renowned yacht makers of the same name, Pershing Terrace at 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza is the very first high-end bar of its kind on the west coast of the island. Think only the very finest top shelf spirits and liquors – served straight up, on the rocks or poured into carefully crafted cocktails of the highest calibre – and an exceptional wine list, plus an expertly curated cigar menu and you’ll start to envision the luxury and decadence on offer here. Style-wise, the space fuses the chic Italian design principles Pershing is known for with the spectacular clifftop setting, creating drama, glamour and elegance all in one setting. Add jazz-inspired lounge music and those iconic Ibiza sunset views and it’s easy to see why Pershing Terrace is set to become the place to be seen next summer. Wellness is also at the heart of the 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza offering, with Pure Seven Spa envisioned as a destination within the destination. This health and wellbeing hub is all about encouraging a holistic lifestyle, set in a space designed to elicit feelings of purity and serenity. Saunas, a steam bath and indoor relaxation areas with incredible views help you ease into holiday mode, before indulging in a personalised treatment to suit your needs. Drawing on organic, local and aromatic ingredients, and using cutting edge cosmetology techniques and technology, the menu ranges from medical grade aesthetics under the watchful eye of a doctor to classic beauty treatments and relaxing face and body works.

If love is in the air and it’s an unforgettable Ibiza wedding venue you’re seeking, 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza is the picture-perfect location. With so many different spaces that can be configured to suit the size of your wedding party – from an intimate celebration on one of the restaurant terraces to a magical formal gala in a ballroom resplendent with flowers – the scope is endless. A professional wedding and events planning team are on hand to guide you through all stages of the planning process, from the paperwork required to get married in a foreign country to the little extras like styling, catering, entertainment, flowers, transport and more. Just imagine the backdrop of your wedding photos… not to mention the memories that will be talked about for years to come. Beyond the impressive suites and stylish décor, amazing gardens and perfectly manicured grounds; beyond the incredible gastronomic offerings by day, at sunset and by night; beyond the buzzing cosmopolitan social ambience; beyond the magical Mediterranean views and beyond the all-encompassing wellness philosophy, service and professionalism are at the heart of 7Pines Kempinski Ibiza. Warm and welcoming staff, attention to detail and the highest level of hospitality found on the island complete the package – an all-new luxury destination set to win the hearts of island locals and travellers alike in 2018.

So this is winter…

The longer you live in Ibiza, the more you fall in love with the winter season. Fact. For most islanders, winter begins on November 2 – the day we shake off our Halloween hangovers and embrace the start of the off-season – and continues right through until Easter. The rest of the world insists it starts on December 21 if you’re north of the equator, but really, we know better. Residents often spend their summers dreaming of the winter, much to the confusion of friends and family who prefer to visit in high season, when all the restaurants and clubs are open, the sea water is warm and flights are more regular. “Isn’t it a ghost town?” they ask. “What would you even do in the winter?” is another common question. “Don’t you get bored?” Ask anyone who’s spent a winter in Ibiza about the off-season and you can brace yourself for an epic monologue as they wax lyrical about the island’s out of season delights for the next 30 minutes or so. You see, we (and when I say we, I mean me and everyone else who chooses to spend the ‘other’ half of the year on the white isle) know something other people don’t. It’s something I’m not even sure you can understand until you’ve tried it. Actually, probably not even until you’ve lived it. But I’m going to try and explain it to you anyway. Brace yourself – and don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Wait, wait, wait a minute. Hold up. Let me think this through. Maybe I shouldn’t be telling anyone anything. Maybe this knowledge should remain our (and when I say our, I mean me and… well, you know who I mean!) little secret. After all, if everyone knew about how magical Ibiza is in winter, the island could become overpopulated, turn into a year-round tourist destination and we’d lose our special winter times. That contrast of high and low season could be gone for good. But the fact is, the cat’s out of the bag when it comes to spending winters in Ibiza. You don’t need me to tell you all about it – it’s in the news, in magazines, in the Sunday papers, on the television. It’s the most wonderful time of the year… you just have to know where to look. Over the past few years, the island’s off-season population has rapidly increased as more and more people have decided to ditch the super cold climes of northern Europe for our sunny shores (once you’ve visited once in winter, it becomes a no brainer!). In response to this, more and more restaurants, shops and businesses remain open to cater to all these people, meaning there’s more to experience than ever before. Ten years ago, winter may have meant surviving on skeleton staff or being limited to just a couple of places to eat out, shop or dance – it was very much like living in a very small town – but these days, Ibiza is deservedly considered a worthy winter holiday destination.

I once read the Ibiza winter described as the reward residents got for surviving the summer and I have to agree. When you can finally let the stress and frenetic energy of summer pass and sit back and appreciate the pure beauty of where you live, it’s impossible not to feel at peace. When you finally have the luxury of time to spend with friends and realise how fortunate we are to live in a paradise that attracts so many unique personalities connected by a shared love of this little Mediterranean island, it’s so easy to be happy. Winter is not about what you can do or where you can go or who you can see. Winter in Ibiza is a feeling. For me, winter in Ibiza is like somewhere over the rainbow. So now, this is winter. It’s the contrast of blue skies and blazing sunshine by day and cosy fires and plush blankets by night, with incredible sunsets in between. When I got up this morning, there was frost covering my windows. When I got to my car at 9am, all rugged up with a scarf, beanie and ugg boots, the entire vehicle was covered in icy dew and the windows were fogged up. By the time I came out of my yoga class just one and a half hours later (because yes! I finally have time to practice again), the sun was beaming down on the island like a hot summer’s day and people were walking around in t-shirts. I even had to turn on the air conditioning as I drove to my next appointment. True story.

Now I’m back home and the sun has just set over the hills in the distance, the winter chill is already creeping in through the cracks under the doors and windows. If you live in what’s considered a ‘charming’ old building like I do, you’ve really got to be prepared for the winter. The extremely high humidity levels on the island can make your interiors Baltic if you accidentally forget to close an upstairs window (which I often do) or don’t put the draft excluders in place before dark (guilty, yet again). The single glazed windows start to frost up again come midnight, meaning you’ve got to be vigilant about closing your wooden shutters before you go to bed each night unless you want to wake up in an ice box. But for me, that’s all part of the magic. Don’t get me wrong – this is not the only way to live in Ibiza in the winter! Certainly, many people choose to live in centrally heated sleek apartments or villas where all the doors and windows are perfectly sealed, tiled floors are heated from below and towel racks make getting out of the shower a toasty warm delight. I just have a soft spot for thick socks, flannel pyjamas, oversized knitted sweaters, cosy duvets, red wine and a couple of cats to snuggle up with, not to mention the bohemian beauty of 12-foot high ceilings in a centuries-old apartment with striking art deco tiled floors I just can’t bear to hide beneath rugs for the sake of warming my feet. Call me crazy, or call me a romantic… but I wouldn’t want to spend my winters any other way.

A winter fairytale

One of the island’s most loved dining destinations, it boasts legions of dedicated fans from around globe in addition to staunchly loyal troops of island locals who will all be pleased to hear the news that both Paloma Café and La Paloma Restaurante are remaining open throughout the winter months, including Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve. Rather than go into hibernation, the desire to stay open in winter comes from the Paloma family’s wish to reconnect with islanders after the hectic summer months. That, and chef Prasuna’s enthusiasm to share her delicious winter warming recipes – it’s all in the spirit of giving something back to the island. Since the restaurant’s inception in 2004, La Paloma has gradually evolved into the island institution it is today; beginning first with the night offering – an Italian-based menu based around family recipes using organic and local cuisine – and later on (in 2008) adding the sunny daytime garden café known for its healthy and hearty Israeli and Middle Eastern inspired cuisine. Everything that falls under the family-run Paloma umbrella seems to be sprinkled with magic – be it the setting, the décor, the ambience or of course, the food – and it all comes straight from the heart. There are no fads or gimmicks at La Paloma. Just good honest food, served with genuine smiles and warmth in a one of a kind location.

By day, it’s business as usual for Paloma Café throughout winter. The ever-popular menu is served up from 12.30 to 4.30 daily (excluding Mondays) – fusing the very best of the Mediterranean with exotic flavours and dishes from around the world. Known for the delicious homemade bread – baked daily using organic wheat and spelt flour – and focaccia served in a variety of ways, there is something for everyone, be it a salad made from ingredients plucked straight from the thriving organic garden beside you, homemade falafel, seasonal soups, fresh quiches and more. Freshly brewed coffee, herbal teas, fresh juices and smoothies are on offer to wash it down and when the days start to get chilly, the café’s interior warms up with a crackling fireplace. All the more reason to linger longer after your meal is over… After dark, the adjacent restaurant space – subtly hidden by day – comes to life, transformed into a magical candlelit paradise, with warmth emanating from blazing outdoor heaters and from the roaring log fire inside. Open from Tuesday to Saturday between 7pm and 11pm, the terrace is protected by clear plastic wind-breakers, meaning you can still sit amongst the colourful plants and flowers, below the bohemian hanging cane pendant lamps in classic Paloma style. It really is like something out of a fairytale, with whimsical wall murals and quirky framed illustrations complemented by the stunning high end photography of renowned photographer Jimmy Nelson (who shot the family in the gorgeously stylised images you’ll see on the walls), while wooden birds, hearts and cherubs dangle delicately from every available space. It’s all in the detail.

Stepping over the Paloma threshold can feel like stepping into the home of an old family friend. Owners Mouji, Amit and Prasuna (who is also the restaurant’s star chef) are always there to welcome their guests, extending genuine family vibes to all who dine here. Behind the bar, the fabulous Fiorella creates unique seasonal cocktails and herbal teas (served in vintage china teapots) using ingredients taken from the garden each day. As the temperatures cool down, the cocktails are heated up – think steaming hot potions infused with cinnamon, rosemary, lemon balm and mandarin – to help beat the winter chills, and there is also a selection of biodynamic organic wines on offer. As you take your seat at La Paloma’s signature aqua blue tables, set with mismatched crockery and napkins plus teensy bottles sprouting with wild flowers, it’s impossible not to feel right at home. The intimate, cosy setting is the perfect example of a cosmopolitan ambience mixed with an authentic air of bohemianism, however there is nothing contrived about it. La Paloma has simply always been this way – embracing vintage kitsch long before hipsters came along. Everything just falls into place here. Happy diners fill the rooms, their faces glowing from the warmth of the fire and their laughter as much of a soundtrack as the carefully curated music that floats over the airwaves – never too loud to inhibit conversation. At La Paloma, everything is j-u-u-s-t right.

If the restaurant space is full of soul, then it is the kitchen that houses La Paloma’s heart. Presided over with much love and passion by Prasuna, who was born in Tuscany and brings a lifetime’s worth of cooking experience to the table, ranging from time-honoured recipes handed down from her grandmother and mother (from Parma), to those she has put her own stamp on after spending almost 20 years travelling back and forth to India. It was here, where she experienced cooking alongside people from many different cultures – including Japanese, Korean, German and English in addition to Indian – and started a lifelong love affair with Eastern spices, from fresh chilli and coriander seeds to cinnamon and beyond. For the winter months, Prasuna presents diners with a slightly smaller menu than in summer, in order to focus purely on fresh, local and seasonal produce. In keeping with her ethos, the menu changes weekly but will always feature classic homemade pastas, risottos, grilled meats and fish to satisfy those winter cravings. Homemade aromatic soups – created from winter root vegetables – make the perfect starter while hearty risottos revolve around wintry ingredients such as porcini mushrooms, osso bucco or gorgonzola and pear. Lovers of pasta simply must try the homemade pastas, including the incredible homemade ravioli fusing grandma’s family recipe with the very best of Ibiza – think wild spinach and borage combined with fresh ricotta – or the thick, delicious paccheri in a tomato and anchovy sauce with smoked aubergine and capers.

Prasuna has long been an advocate of using organic produce and is passionate about sourcing the very best to put on your beautifully presented plate. All ingredients used at La Paloma are organic and local where possible, sourced from local farm Can Musson if they’re not plucked directly from the carefully cultivated onsite garden. Of course, being Italian, certain ingredients must be flown in from the motherland, such as traditionally made Parmesan, a variety of Tuscan cheese and the world’s finest capers from Sicily. The olive oil used is an award-winning blend from Cataluña and another star ingredient is Prasuna’s own homemade ghee, used as a health-giving substitute for butter. Plans for Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve feasts are fast taking shape in the La Paloma kitchen and while full details are yet to be announced, reservations are definitely essential to ensure you don’t miss out. Embracing their customers as though they are part of the family comes naturally to the Paloma team and you can be sure their festive season celebrations will be filled with fun, laughter and – naturally – fabulous food and wine. The café and restaurant will then close for a short period on January 7, 2018 before returning in March for their 14th summer.

At La Paloma, one and all are always welcomed, and cared for, whether you’re a born and bred local, an expat based here on the island all year round or a holidaymaker looking to make the most of the direct off-season flights for a one-of-a-kind winter experience. Over the years, the restaurant and cafe have grown and the island too, has evolved, however the ethos and spirit of the restaurant remains true to its core. Two different restaurants in one beautiful location, sharing the same heart, soul and quality – a very special and integral part of Ibiza’s gastronomic scene.

The art of switching off

The summer season is over and Ibiza is officially switching into hibernation mode. Well, some parts of it are – for others it seems the parties never stop (just check out our chock-full calendar of winter events!). In any case, the island definitely switches gear at this time of year as islanders slow down, chill out and takes a step back from the manic energy and crazy vibes of summer. But even though many of us finally take some well-deserved time off or (if you’re lucky!) stop work completely, do we ever really, truly switch off? I pondered this question recently as I spent a week in my own personal happy place: Formentera. Side note: How lucky are we to have this paradise on our doorstep? Seriously, who needs the Caribbean when you can spend less than a tenner on the ferry and be there within half an hour? So anyway, there I was, on the aforementioned big fast Balearia ferry, which just so happens to come equipped with WiFi. Now, I’d already left my laptop at home so I couldn’t be tempted to check in to work – everything had been set up, scheduled or left in very capable hands. However… just because you’re sin computer really doesn’t mean you’ve switched off does it? And so, I reached into my overstuffed beach basket to get my phone…

Instantly – and I mean that very second, just 15 minutes into my swift journey at sea – I was thrown into a panic because I could see a couple of missed calls, quite a few unread WhatsApp messages, loads of emails and who even knows how many social media notifications. ‘What is WRONG with people?’ I thought haughtily. ‘Don’t they KNOW I am on holiday?’ Well, of course they don’t. You can’t blame friends, family or clients for accidentally interrupting your holiday time if you haven’t forewarned them, can you? Unless they’re mind readers of course. So, I had a little stern word with myself about my attitude, and promptly responded to everything (assuring my long-suffering boyfriend that it really WAS the last time I would do any work and I WOULD pack my phone away for the remainder of the week HONEST) with a quick note that I was on holiday and would forward it to someone who could help where needed. I logged into my email account and set an out of office reply, so anyone trying to contact me would know I was un-contactable. And then, I did something I previously thought was unthinkable…

I turned off ALL notifications on my phone. The lot. Email, text message, WhatsApp, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, etc, etc, etc… I also put the phone on silent mode. I made the decision that I would officially switch off. Of course, I still wanted to have the use of my telephone – I do like to take the occasional photos of stray cats, Google Maps are actually quite helpful at times (though Formentera is so small, once you’ve been there a few times you no longer need maps) and there is that ‘in case of emergency’ thing too. Oh – a phone is also handy when you need to make a last-minute restaurant reservation or call the hire car company and apartment manager to let them know you’ve decided to stay on yet another day. I figured… if anyone called me, they could leave a message and I’d get back to them when I was ready. Friends would understand. And again, if it was work related, I could simply pass it over to my colleagues (a two-minute phone conversation to make sure your clients are looked after certainly doesn’t kill anyone). If it was the friend who was looking after my cats, I’d pick it right up of course, though thankfully that never happened! I must admit… the first day was hard. I felt weird. I mean, my phone is a huge part of my day, every day. I normally wake up and scroll through social media. When I’m out and about, it’s like a mobile office. I often take photos. My phone is basically my watch. And even when I’m interviewing people, it’s my dictaphone. But I vowed not to reach for it, unless absolutely essential.

The second day… well, I caved and secretly opened WhatsApp and my messages (while my boyfriend was still asleep) just to see what kind of action I’d missed. I didn’t actually OPEN any of the messages (because you know, when people have seen those pesky two green or blue ticks they expect an answer – it’s a mental minefield sometimes), and there were quite a few, but I took a step back and assessed what was there and I knew it all could wait. I also knew I could do with a social media detox after the summer, so I didn’t feel any temptation to check anything there. And with emails, I knew my OOO would do the job for me. And just like that, I stashed it back in my beach bag pocket, where it would stay the entire day, save for telling the time on occasion. And a few photos of fat seagulls and countryside goats. On the third day, I finally felt detached from my phone. The urge to reach for that little piece of technology had dissipated and I finally felt free. Life was good. Life was quiet. Life was amazing. On the fourth day, I even stopped wondering what the time was… we ate when we were hungry and we slept when we were tired. For the first time since the invention of the iPhone (yes, I was an early adopter), I felt switched off. Disconnected, literally and figuratively. The rest of the week was completely blissful, and we kept extending our stay because it was just so heavenly and free of responsibilities. We had no access to news – good or bad – and it was nice, living in a bubble like that.

I know that life has evolved, and technology and apps are an essential part of our lives these days – especially when you work in an online environment such as I do. Communication is vital to make sure your business runs smoothly, and I can’t even imagine what it would be like if you had kids – surely you need to be contactable 24/7. When I stop and think about all the things that are possible for us with our little smartphones, that weren’t possible for previous generations, I am still simply amazed. It’s no longer realistic to imagine life without our devices these days but every once in a while, it’s well and truly magical to practice the art of switching off. I highly recommend it…

Cutting-edge expansion

After three successful years providing cutting-edge medical grade health and beauty treatments to Ibiza’s residents and holidaymakers, MedSpa Ibiza has now expanded its Marina Botafoch clinic space to include an all new three-room sophisticated treatment area in the adjacent space to the original headquarters. Here, teams of expert therapists provide a variety of face and body treatments to clients, from the medically oriented styles MedSpa Ibiza built their reputation on, to the holistic, relaxing and aesthetic enhancing based treatments and therapies the Ibiza Balance team are known for. The three new treatment rooms are airy, all-white, spacious and tranquil – the ideal place to relax and take time out not just for the skin and body but also the mind and soul. VitaminDrip infusions – the core of the original MedSpa Ibiza offering – are still offered in the original two treatment rooms, and while many treatments are services are available on a mobile basis, there are new high-end technologies and equipment in the new spaces that are only available as in-salon treatments.

One treatment room is dedicated entirely to hydrating, anti-ageing and contouring facial treatments, including the popular MedSpa Ibiza therapy Micro-Needling, HydraFacials and the all-new Thalgo iBeauty system. An innovative piece of equipment that uses sound-vibration as exfoliation, vibrational ultrasound waves and warm radio frequency to help purify and hydrate skin, with anti-ageing benefits. After the treatment, skin is deeply cleansed and rebalanced, much brighter and clearer and free of impurities. Choose between three new treatments: the iBeauty Skin Purity Reviver – a power 30-minute express experience working to balance the skin and remove impurities with Zinc, dual-sound vibration and sequential ultrasound technologies. The innovative 45-minute iBeauty Hydration Corrector is a dream for those in need of serious hydration. Fusing Hyaluronic Acid and Seve Bleue (an active mineralizing and hydrating ingredient taken from the ocean), sending them directly into the skin’s cells. At the same time, oxygen works to clear the skin and ultrasound technology contributes further to moisturisation.

The premium iBeauty Youth Activator is the star treatment, working with Spirulina-based marine extracts alongside radio-frequency to restore plumpness and firmness. Emerge younger after just 45-minutes, with bright, glowing, younger looking skin. All three of the iBeauty treatments are non-invasive, gentle on the skin and completely safe, starting to revolutionise skin treatments here in Ibiza. The remaining two treatment rooms are dedicated to body treatments, from firming and relaxing to contouring, healing, acupuncture, cupping and other holistic therapies. New to the island, the VelaShape II is the show-stopping piece of equipment at MedSpa Ibiza, a special piece of non-invasive equipment that contours, shapes and slims the body – choose from the butt, legs, love handles, abs, arms or a combination – in as little as six treatments.

Using radio frequency and infrared light energy plus vacuum and massage, cellulite is dramatically improved, skin is tightened and size is diminished with VelaShape – improving body shape by up to 2.5 centimetres per session. The technology used heats up skin tissue, using ‘elōs’ which combines radio frequency heating as far as 20 milimetres deep and infrared light penetrating as deep as five milimetres within the skin. Tissue manipulation, vacuum and massage complete the four-part process, safely reshaping the body gradually (though you will notice a difference after one treatment). The feeling is similar to a deep tissue massage, with a warm sensation caused by the infrared light – it can also be customised to suit your personal sensitivities if needed. VelaShape treatments are suitable for all skin types and colours, and some redness may be experienced in the immediate hours afterwards. Results have shown clients see a difference in smoothness after one session, contouring after two sessions and improved cellulite appearance after three sessions

The recent expansion at MedSpa Ibiza is just the beginning. In addition to the core MedSpa Ibiza activity, IV therapies by VitaminDrip – a highly effective treatment to support immune system and athletic performance, restore micronutrients levels, fight free radicals and severe dehydration – the clinic will also regularly welcome a doctor specialising in aesthetic medicine. Visiting international therapists will also regularly be invited to host guest residencies at MedSpa Ibiza, with the aim being to create a hub of science-based aesthetic treatments, IV treatments, healing therapies, naturopathy and holistic face and bodyworks in the months to come. MedSpa Ibiza connects islanders with some of the world’s best therapists and offers special accessibly priced residents packages, now open all year round.

I heart Pikes

All the more reason to write a blog then! And while I’m oh-so-busy planning a week with no plans, I’ve also been reminiscing about my very first Ibiza holiday. It was a holiday that changed my life because, well, fast forward 11 years and I’m still here. A huge factor of that love at first sight experience was thanks to the place I chose to call my home away from home: Pikes. Of course, back then Pikes wasn’t Pikes as we know it today. Nor was it the Pikes of the Grace Jones and Julio Iglesias glory days. If I’m honest, it was a little shabby around the edges, losing some of its sparkle and starting to fall into disarray, but it didn’t stop me from revelling in its ‘down the rabbit hole’ magic. I remember the first night so clearly. Miss S and I, fresh off an extremely long haul journey jumped into a cab as the midsummer rain was falling outside. I had no idea what to expect of Ibiza (not rain, that was for sure) and as we sped out of the airport, I was dizzy with the sight of all the big-name DJs on billboards. Not an alcohol, fashion or technology brand to be seen.

As we drove up that now familiar bumpy camino to the iconic yellow finca – known to me at the time as the hotel Kylie Minogue had once stayed in, the place Wham! filmed the Club Tropicana film clip and of course, the location for Freddie Mercury’s legendary 41st birthday party – it was pitch black. There was not a sound, not a sight and not even a twinkle of a light anywhere. It felt a little like we were driving into a horror movie and as we trudged up the winding little pathway to the dimly lit reception, I was dubious. I was nervous. I was even a little bit scared. Then everything changed. As we stepped inside that reception area, I felt a little like Dorothy stepping into Oz. The photos lining the walls of famous owner Tony Pike alongside pretty much anyone who has ever been famous in the last 20 years or so, gave me goosebumps. I knew this was going to be somewhere special. We were whisked in the darkness into one of the coolest hotel rooms I had ever stayed in – it was my first taste of traditional Spanish style. Split level, ancient Sabina beams in the ceiling, elegant archways and as banisters, quirky tiled floors, a little kitchenette and a little private garden complete with a little stray cat taking shelter from the rain – before I’d even unpacked my suitcase I was imagining how I could find a way to take up residence here in the future.

Totally exhausted, we collapsed for a quick disco nap, with a plan to head to We Love Space however the nap accidentally extended to 10am the next morning (it had been a 36-hour journey after all), when housekeeping were pounding on our door in a panic. You see, in all the confusion with the rain and our somewhat spooky arrival in the middle of the night, they’d checked us into the wrong category of room, putting us in a much more expansive (and expensive!) suite than the teensy tiny basic room we’d reserved over the internet! And they needed it back pronto for its original intended occupants. And once we’d moved into our new digs, I somehow found the littler room even more charming. It seemed I was already well and truly under the Pikes spell. While many of the tales from that fateful holiday can’t be written about – let’s just say it included things like high speed police chases, nights that turned into days with random strangers around the pool, rescuing a newfound friend from drowning in aforementioned pool, receiving a bottle of Cristal as a gift from another stranger who had introduced himself as an international arms dealer and promptly sending it back (sadly my tastes were not as refined back then), missing pretty much every single breakfast and suffering the most painful blisters of my life – they are all fairly tame when you compare them to the life and times of Pikes founder and namesake, Mr Tony Pike.

This leads me to right now, and to the reason I got distracted from packing. You see, earlier this week, Señor Pike (who is not indeed Spanish, but a true blue Aussie) finally launched his autobiography, Mr Pikes, which I imagine is going to be impossible to put down as I do nothing on the beach or by a pool all week long. A gentleman and a cad, a playboy and a grafter, a dreamer and a businessman, a lover and a fighter, someone who has experienced triumph and tragedy, success, failure and success once again. Now in his 83rd year, I imagine he’s forgotten more amazing tales than I’ve ever had in my life – and yet he still has enough memories to fill a whole book (and that’s after it’s been censored too!). During that first holiday, we had the pleasure of Tony’s company by the iconic pool and over the years since I have been regaled by many more of his tales over a Bloody Mary by the pool, champagne at a swish dinner or cocktails at a party. And of course, I’m not the only one – Tony Pike has been a source of entertainment and inspiration (and probably some frustration!) to many over the years. Everyone who’s ever been to Pikes has a Tony story (or three) to tell at dinner parties when they’re back on home soil and now those stories have been captured for the entire world to read. It’ll probably be a Netflix series before we know it.

So, while Mr Pike is indeed the man who launched the legend (he literally built the hotel with his own bare hands), these days there is a lot more to the Pikes puzzle to keep visitors – be they hotel guests or partygoers – under that same magical spell I first fell under. I mentioned earlier that it had started to fall into disarray (if you want details as to why – read the book!) and it was not long after this that Dawn Hindle and Andy McKay of Ibiza Rocks took the hotel on a long-term basis, giving it a new lease of life and transforming it into Ibiza Rocks House at Pikes Hotel (that mouthful of a name has since been ditched and it’s gone back to its single syllable moniker to the delight of travel journalists everywhere). It couldn’t have been a more perfect partnership. Fusing the hard-partying heart that was at the core of the hotel’s reputation with the rock and roll lifestyle of the island’s premier live music venue, Pikes rose up like a phoenix from the ashes. In addition to bringing the Ibiza Rocks magic touch, the duo also completely respected the hotel’s heritage when it came to decorating and rather than strip it back and revamp it from scratch, they chose to enhance all of the kitsch and quirky elements that gave Pikes its personality, with some extra stylish embellishments added for good measure – think rock memorabilia, taxidermy and a tennis court that was painted bright pink rather than green for a start.

In the years that ensued I have had some of the best days and nights of my life at Pikes – again, many that may not be fit for publishing but probably don’t hold a candle to Mr Pikes, or indeed Dawn and Andy’s, escapades. To me, Pikes is all about freedom: to do what you want, with who you want, wherever you want and whenever you want (well, within reason of course). I think it’s always been that way and it’s really quite a feat that with all of the recent gentrification of Ibiza’s hotel scene, it’s managed to maintain its original ethos. And as much as it’s about the venue itself, a huge part of Pikes is the people: those behind the scenes and those on the scene. For some, you could say Pikes is a way of life… 2017 has seen Pikes take its reputation as the island’s go-to party place for authentic island vibes to the next level. Absolutely every night is a must-visit night; a place where you can still experience authentic Ibiza hedonism and bohemian island vibes. The hotel was recently featured in The Times Magazine as a haven for middle-aged ravers (in a positive way) but what they neglected to mention was that no one at Pikes stops to think for a minute about their age. They just get about being themselves and having a good time. Though it’s worth noting it also attracts a younger crowd, with the island born-and-bred kids (born to the aforementioned ravers) usually making an appearance for some of the epic weekly parties such as DJ Harvey’s Mercury Rising for a musical education of sorts.

Every time you visit feels like falling down the rabbit hole all over again… no two visits are ever alike. Pikes does charity events, all night dancing, jazz nights, high-end photography exhibitions, film screenings, restaurant pop-ups, pool parties, after parties, weddings, birthday parties, amazing music, Halloween (just a few weeks to go until the hotel gets haunted again!), book launches, record releases, the island’s best Sunday roast, retreats, cosmic consciousness raves, Flamenco, fashion pop-ups and it gets transformed into Candyland for a day. It even has its own line of jewellery and homewares. And it famously does fancy dress and bathtub karaoke. Is there anything Pikes cannot do? One thing I still feel after all these years when I step over the threshold at Pikes is that feeling of coming home. Taking up residence is still not out of the question. I dream about spending my golden years swanning about the finca in full-length floating kaftans accessorised by an elegant gold scripted ‘Fuck Off’ True Rocks necklace, pausing to chat with the stuffed ducklings, birds of prey and deer in reception before taking my place in a peacock chair to hand-feed the cats, cocktail in hand of course. On the odd day when I have nothing better to do, perhaps I shall try my hand at writing a book. In the meantime… I better finish packing so I can start reading and take some inspiration from the man who started it all. If anyone needs me while I’m on staycation, I’ll give you one guess as to where you can find me…

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