I don’t know why, but time seems to go so much more quickly in Ibiza – faster than anywhere else I’ve ever been in the world. Maybe it’s because we separate each annual cycle into just two distinct summer and winter halves, glossing over the in between seasons as we ease in and out of high tourism season and hot weather, and laidback lazy days and layers of winter clothing!
Or maybe it’s because – despite the fact it feels like a laidback holiday island – we live our summer days at such a hectic pace. One minute it’s Sunday night and you’re on the terrace at Space, then it’s Monday morning and you’re back at work (after dropping in to the after party – fear of missing out syndrome insists); then the sun is setting and you’re cruising into the car park at DC10. Fast forward seven hours and you’re getting blown off your feet by the famous ice cannon at Cocoon at Amnesia. Read more