Hello my lovely friends! How’ve you all been?
If any of you follow me on Twitter, you’ll be well aware of the fact that recently I’ve been completely AWOL from all aspects of my blog, so please don’t feel abandoned.
Ibiza this year was good. I can’t say it was great, I can’t gush about it, but I can 100% guarantee that I didn’t want to come home again. We had an interesting flight out to Ibiza with Jet2 to start – firstly we were delayed by about 45 minutes with no explanation or apology. This really irritated me because we were already going to be arriving late enough, never mind a delay. Plus, have you ever been delayed on a plane predominantly filled with drunk Northern Irish people who’re excited for their trip to Ibiza? Let’s just say it was noisy, cramped and embarrassing (I mean, really. Have you heard our accents??). Finally we got up in the air and I plugged in my headphones to watch We’re The Millers – I still haven’t seen the end of the film so review will be up eventually. Mum and I had some prossecco and we relaxed into holiday mode.
About half an hour after the seatbelt sign had been switched off, I looked at Dad (who was sitting beside me) and asked could he smell smoke. Turns out one of the drunken a*******s had decided to light up in the toilets just behind us. He then proceeded to claim that the stewardesses has said he could. His passport was confiscated and he was told he would be arrested when we landed as smoking on an airplane is a serious offence. We could’ve all died! We settled back down and eventually the plane started to land in the country I’ve now adopted as my 3rd home (order being Scotland, Northern Ireland and then Ibiza). It was at this point that a delightful friend of Mr Smoker decided the seatbelt rule didn’t apply to him and so, as the wheels hit the tarmac, he stood up and opened the overhead locker to retrieve his belongings. Well we don’t know how he was aware of it but the pilot slammed on his brakes and yelled over then intercom “SIT DOWN NOW!” as the rest of us watched this eejit stumble to the ground. Finally we stopped and that was all fine, we began to gather our stuff and make our way into the aisles to disembark (can I use that for a plane or is it only used for a boat?) when once again we were instructed to take our seats. The Guardia Civil were coming on the plane to arrest our two idiots. Great start to their holiday! This however meant a further 30 minute delay in getting off the airplane.
Arriving at the hotel felt like bliss. Someone came out of reception to help us lift our cases up, and checking in was straightforward as ever. We started downstairs to grab some dinner before the restaurant shut where we were greeted by staff we consider old friends. Hugs and kisses all around and a lot of talking later, we finally got something to eat around 9:30pm… I was starving!
So, instead of boring you with a day by day account of the trip, I’ll give you the interesting parts, or at least the bits I would find interesting.
Once again, there were a few changes to the hotel. Due to last year’s slating of the changes, a lot of the guests were around my age and only staying for bed and breakfast, not half board. This meant that management had decided to close the main restaurant and have us eat dinner at the pool bar. Here we were given a choice of 2 meat and 2 fish which were served with potato and vegetables. Now, we aren’t a stereotypical family from the island of Ireland. We don’t like potato. The thought of 11 days of meat, potato and veg was already quite daunting. It was then quickly explained to us that, for no extra cost, we could order something from the pool bar’s lunchtime menu. Considering the lunch menu from the pool bar was more a dinner menu anyway, we did this for a few nights. On our 6th night, José (who had gone out with Rachel and me for drinks the previous 2 years and had received a promotion this year to head of the restaurant – I felt like a proud parent!) came over to us and said that the next day we would be moving back to the main restaurant for dinners as numbers were increasing again. The cheer we let out! So note, if considering booking Sol Beach House Hotel Ibiza, go for it! It’s brilliant.
The other change was a lot of staff from last year had been dropped and a lot of new faces were introduced. However our main favourites were still there and we were able to continue our friendships with them all, we’ve even invited some of them to come visit us here in Northern Ireland if they’d like to come and practice their English for a week or so.
We did venture out of the hotel a few times. On the first Wednesday, we went to the hippy market in Es Canar where we got a caracature drawn of us as a family – picture soon to follow! We spent a good amount of time browsing the stalls and it was good to experience however I don’t think I’d rush back as so many stalls were over priced.
We also took an evening out to go to Ibiza Town and see what it was like in the evenings. Unfortunately we missed the parade and a lot of the shows as we ended up going shopping instead. However we did go up into the old town a bit and got some lovely photos of the port.
Those pictures don’t really do it justice but I felt I had to share them.
The next night, Mum, Dad, Rachel and I met José for drinks in Es Canar, this was Mum and Dad’s way of saying thanks for everything over the last few years. We went to the bar that he’d taken Rachel and me to over the last 2 years and there was a Robbie Williams tribute act so it was a good laugh singing along and dancing when conversation was avoiding us. It was a good night but mum and dad dragged us back to the hotel before we could go to the nightclub or anywhere near the beach and so on Wednesday night we went out with him again.
This, of course, resulted in him getting very drunk and Rachel and I were semi drunk. As Wednesday was our last full day, we decided to treat ourselves to a cocktail before going to our rooms to get changed for dinner. Mum and I had some lemon gin thing that tasted delicious, Dad had a Bloody Mary and Rachel had some weird take on an amaretto sour. Except, it was one of our friendly waiters who made it and so she was drunk before she’d even half finished the drink. Considering this was followed by more predinner drinks, wine with dinner, and drinks at a party the hotel was having, it wasn’t really our fault that we were so drunk by the time José took us to the nightclub and we were dancing with him. After dancing for an hour, we decided to go to the beach – yes, that’s what you do at 2am. Rachel as usual wanted to go swimming in the sea and so we all ended up soaked. José at least had had the sense to strip down to his underwear before joining us in the water. We all walked a bit to dry off but José was complaining that he’d need a shower before bed. However, as he’s now living in the hotel and sharing a room with another member of staff, he couldn’t use their bathroom at 3am, so Rachel offered him our bathroom. We had a bit of a laugh after he’d showered off and then the 3 of us all tried to share the small double in the room until he decided he was too uncomfortable and also realised he needed to get up for work the next morning without being seen by any other guests or members of staff and so he snuck out again around 4:30ish. Needless to say, he didn’t make it in to start his shift at 10am.
Goodbyes are always the worst and suffice to say I was crying a lot as we left. With the cost of the holiday, there’s no way we’ll be back any time soon and we have no idea if or when we’ll next see our friends. I’d like to hope that we’ll go back in a few years, but the cost needs to come down and our friends most likely won’t still be working there.
So for now, I’ll just keep looking at the pictures and focus on the memories from this year. Who knows, maybe I’ll go by myself next summer?!