Today’s mission, if we choose to accept it: Find some sun. Lay on some sand. Recover from the previous night! First off, though, some food. We found a great little handmade sandwich spot a few blocks down on our way to the beach. I’ll be honest… I *think* it might have been Casa 13 Piada e Cassoni? I’m not sure. The sandwiches were great, though. We took ours to go and found a spot on the sand where we could enjoy them.
Someone actually managed to make Brian smile. Guess he’s having fun after all.
While Mercy soaked up some sun, I tried to fight my way through the local aquatic vegetation to go for a swim in the Med, with varying degrees of success. The waves were nice, though not quite surf-quality. (Hey, everyone’s a critic.)
I came in after a little bit and dried off in the sun. *Someone* captured this particular moment, which reminds me of a sad satire of Dr. No’s Ursula Andress. Only with a guy. Who’s pudgy. And *not* easy on the eyes. And decidedly opposite of Ursula Andress in every conceivable way. Ah, well.
After the beach, we decided to check out our hotel’s brand-new rooftop pool (with a bar, of course).
Did I mention a rooftop bar by the pool? I enjoyed a G&T while Mercy switched between sparkling wine and a white sangria. Hey, it’s a hard life in Ibiza.
In the meantime, I tried the pool… which was *freezing*. FREEZING, I tell you. The ocean was maybe 60 degrees? The pool had to be 40-45. FAHRENHEIT, in case you were confused. I braved it for a couple of laps, but mainly to prove to myself that I could. After which I got out, dried off, and finished my gin and tonic.
After another late nap, we strolled down to the old town just under the watchful eye of the castle. This was a really neat area that had a great promenade for walking, a number of picturesque plazas, and a wide variety of tasty restaurants. We started the evening at the Michelin-rated Sa Brisa, which was delicious (though the portions were tiny…) The highlight of my meal was the roasted rabbit and dates.
It wasn’t particularly filing, though, so we tried a second meal around the corner at the whimsically-named “Locals Only” (actually titled after their ingredients, not their clientele). Both plazas were right at the base of the old castle wall, which made for very romantic views in the lanterns. Very charming.
