Ibiza, or, the weekend we almost went clubbing

Ibiza is one of the Balearic Islands. As such, it’s a prime vacation location, and apparently, the world capital of clubbing. We planned on going clubbing Friday night when we got in, and on Saturday night, because we wanted to dance. However, the four hour ferry from Denia turned into a 6 hour affair, plus a 45 minute meandering walk to our hotel (who knew that peach colored streets on the map meant that they were actually stairs??). Which means that we got to our hotel at 3 a.m. and decided that it wasn’t worth it to go to a discoteca that night, because it was going to take about half an hour (at least) to walk to the nearest one. So we went to bed at 4:30 instead.

Saturday was a lovely day of luckily happening upon busses that took us first to Santa Eur�lia, where we enjoyed the beach for a bit, then to San Carlos, where there is a hippy market every Saturday. Hmm. We also wandered the country roads near the market, and saw some almond trees. Back in the city of Ibiza, we decided to go to the beach. Some crazy people with me wanted to go swimming (it was really only in the high 60s). On our way out, we discovered to our delight that our hotel had a pool, exercise room, and hot tub! After failing to swim, but finding an octopus in a tide pool, we were going to enjoy our hot tub. But, it was not hot. It was luke warm. So instead, we filled our bathtub with hot water and bathed our feet and shins for an hour. By the time we had showered and dined (at Pizza Hut/KFC), it was 11 pm.

Fatal mistake: we decided to nap for a bit. The plan was to nap until 11:45, then get ready, and go to a club. But when our alarms went off at midnight, we just kept hitting the snooze. Jenny and I hit ours, then we heard through the wall (not a whole lot of soundproofing in Spain) Katie & Cheri’s alarm go off, and the snooze get hit. This continued until 12:45, when Jenny decided to go next door to see if we were actually going to go clubbing. When she still hadn’t come back at 1 a.m., I ventured next door. With all four of us flopped dead on the bed, we decided that we did not have the energy to go clubbing. We asked Cheri to vote, and she said “I don’t have the energy to vote.” So instead, we went to bed.