MY DAY OFF.
I wake up with the cocks crowing.
The island is exuberant….
It has rained this winter and the countryside is an explosion of colours.
Baby Orquids, Gladiolas, lilacs,
Daises and Poppies….Rosemary,
fragrances drug your senses, with a mist of different perfumes dependant
on where the breeze blows from.
As it is MY day, I am free to
do what I want.
So, I begin to wander along a path between the beaches of
S`Aigua Blanca and
Es Figueral, which in twenty
minutes takes me to the coast.
On my way, I find the Ibizencan
houses, the dry stone walls,
the rural architecture, carob bean
trees, fig trees, olive trees, almond trees, vineyards and
I go through a tiny wood until I arrive at the beach of
I go down, happy, zig - zagging to the beach.
It s early….no one there.
I think it’s the ideal moment to do a session of “Chi Kung, to charge my
When I finish I leave towards Es
Figueral, where, some friends are waiting for me to spend the day
together and to enjoy some free time and relax.
We will use the morning to look for some
pieces which can be found all over the area.
After a long walk, we eventually arrive at
Pou des LLeo, where we meet up
with a few more friends to eat. Our meal consists of a tasty dish of
grilled vegetables and meat cooked on a wood fired grill, accompanied of
course, by the local wine( which goes well with the aromas and flavours
of this earth).
Happy and, full, we stay on chatting, singing and playing the guitar.
With the warmth of both the conversation and the beauty.
The house where we are is on the top of a high hill. From there one can
see, as they say, how
goes to bed i.e. the sun goes down. and of course how
gets up i.e. the moon rises.
So, before we all go home we can sit and live these magical moments. of
the surroundings we unanimously decide to stay on until sunset to eke
out a little bit more this rather special day.
Rocio Martinez Moya
of the A.P.I.T.I.F
- Association of
OFFICIAL TOURIST GUIDES for Ibiza and Formentera