Discovering... Ibiza

Journey to discover IBIZA - By Luke and Sabrina Federico

 

Federico retrieve, on holiday in Lido di Classe, and we are almost ready to face another trip.
This time we go to Ibiza, Balearic Islands, a beautiful goal, we believe, but also the result of a recent decision, dictated by events and, in some way forced. Our goal, in fact, was another: we had to follow, with the campers, a route in the south-west of France, including gorges, caves, castles and ancient villages, but the grandparents were involved in a road accident in Sweden, while they were going to North Cape, fortunately without serious physical consequences (this is important), but the half has gone virtually destroyed. The reason is they, and probably will sooner or later to have a new camper, as it is right that, in the meantime, however, we will be "forced" to start again in the air, even if all, but rather small, we would have preferred the original solution.
The departure is scheduled for early afternoon, for this morning to accompany Frederick grandparents to enjoy the bicycle brand that has received as a present for her seventh birthday recently, while our system all the luggage and later reach him.
After lunch at 14:18, we officially launch this new venture: the grandparents, orphans half of their beloved, this time we only accompany up to exit Forlì, where, thanks to a service bus, then we the airport of Bologna.
It makes a hell of heat and fortunately the coach arrives, punctual, even in advance: salute our companions, and only passengers, we are comfortable on board. We in this way without problems, the stretch of road that divides us from the city Felsinea and 15:11 in front of us at Marconi, for us now a "second home".
In the short time we spend "dall'inferno" incredible hot Saharan these days to "purgatory" of groups, overflowing all'inverosimile up (the post September 11 already seems light-years away).
As soon as we entered we involve "nell'autoscontro" with trucks loaded with suitcases in search of our ranks to take the luggage, while we learn almost immediately that the plane is traveling with an hour's delay (normal in the case of Italy-Spain, indeed, could go far worse).
In the "purgatory" crowded the air conditioning works hiccups and discounts to our penis, until you arrive at the counter where we allocate the posts and soon after, slimy sweat, won, finally, the departure hall, air conditioned and well ideal launching pad to "paradise" vacation.
Beyond the metal-detector, where of course ask us to completely empty the bag, and we stop in front of the door ten from which, without further delay, then c'imbarchiamo on charter flight Zs6737.
At 18:46 the Boeing 737 Air of blue leaves trail of Marconi Assigned Ibiza: take part and after some strange turns again pass on entering the zone Bologna Apennine.
In short we are on the plain with Prato and more distant, Florence, and then, some minutes later, flying over the Tyrrhenian Sea, covered by a dense haze preventing almost see the blue sea. Very confused, almost unreal, is distinguished in the distance the island of Giglio, but appears suddenly on the perpendicular of the window, very clear, the unmistakable silhouette of the island Montecristo. On our route there is Sardinia, which recognize the Gulf of Olbia and, further south along the coast, the island Tavolara.
The flight is short and men 'do not say that the Balearics are at our feet: beyond Minorca, Majorca and Cabrera minute, then begin to decline in proportion to land at international Ibiza when the clock marked the 20:27 (the time zone is the same as Italy).
The Island of Ibiza (Eivissa in Catalan) measuring 48 kilometers long and 24 wide, and is the third largest island and the westernmost and the closest to the mainland. Together with Formentera, we visited four years ago, is part of that group of islands that the ancient Romans used to call Pitiusa, because of the dense pine forests that covered. Being then in the middle of the Mediterranean, Ibiza, was inevitably a land of conquest for many people: first the Romans were the Carthaginians to this law, while later came the Arabs who remained until the Spanish conquest of 1235. The last invasion (peaceful), initiated by negl'anni hippy sixties, is still going on: that of the tourists on which we are taking part.
Collect your luggage and, just outside the airport, we meet the representatives of Theorem Tour let us board the bus with which, later, we reach our accommodation at the Riu Santa Eularia, about ten kilometers northeast of the capital . Meanwhile time passes, the darkness takes over and when we arrive in front of the Blue Club Augusta, where spend the whole week of our stay, I'm already 22:00.
We are now going to dinner and then we deliver the keys to room 222, which reach as soon as possible. We support your luggage and go to see, near the swimming pool, a sort of show of welcome: we are indeed living in a club and the animation should not miss. The entire management of the village, among other things, is Italian and, following the presentation of the staff, we learn that the head-Amin (trap) is indeed one of our fellow citizen!
Disposed of as part of the tension and the fatigue accumulated during the trip and more relaxed, just before midnight, we can go in the room to rest. Tomorrow will start the real tour of Ibiza, the time available to us and we will just be trying to exploit to the fullest.

After having consumed a very crucial night of rest we get up with one goal: to seek, as before, let us deliver the hire car (booked far from home) and starting with the discovery of Ibiza. By 10:00 there is an unnecessary briefing, but we hope to be able to obtain it before.
We do breakfast around 9:00 and go in search of dell'addetto theorem, but the counter of the tour operator does not exist yet no one, so Sabrina and Federico settle temporarily at the edge of the pool, while I start the hunt all ' man ", indeed, that women believe is un'addetta.
Time passes relentlessly: Federico herself to a bath in the pool, while I, now with the nerves on the skin, and craving pesto but I can not find anyone who can help me until 10:00. Just before the briefing, in fact, I know the reception that will arrive soon in charge of Betacar to deliver the car.
They spend another twenty minutes and finally arrives ... But without a car! So, with him and three other customers, I go to withdraw it. Half hour later I deliver a gray Nissan Micra (5233 targato BKX), which, at about 11:00, I am presenting at Club Blue to recover and Sabrina Federico. Soon after we leave, God willing, to discover the island!
Now almost half a day has passed in vain and we are forced to shorten the planned route, so we go to the south-west, beyond the capital, we make a small but essential expenditure and, after a handful of miles, turn left towards the sea follow signs to Sa Caleta.
E 'at a cove which should be some ruins punic, but not too well signposted and we can not identify. Then descend to the beach is sandy and gray colors of the sea does not stand out, but it is surrounded by reddish cliffs that characterize much.
Arrange the towel and, with Richard, I go on patrol nearby. We find these ruins punic (nothing special, just a few of the foundation wall) and the remains of some of the bunker war (yes these curious little!), And a sort of tunnel carved into the barren land that comes to emerge, suggestively, to two thirds of the height of cliffs, in a sort of natural balcony.
We take some photos while the sun, spiteful, often hidden among the clouds, but with the advantage of alleviating the heat that, at times, is almost unbearable.
Let's make a long bath and lose the knowledge of the time, because when we decide to eat the clock mark already 14:00 ... But there was to be expected, we started to infuse no more than three hours.
Refresh properly leave Sa Caleta looking for another beach. We continue to follow the road that runs in a south-east and past the village of Sant Josep de Sa Talaia with its characteristic white and fortified church, go down, after an interminable series of curves, the sea, the extreme western tip Ibiza, Cala d'Hort.
It 'time to peak and, after a little Brigato not find the place to leave your car, we reach the beach, this sandy gray color at the expense of the sea. Few hundred meters off, however, are the severe and rocky islands of Es Vedra and Es Vedranell, according to legend, the home of Hannibal, the legendary Carthaginian military leader, but also magical place that makes crazy compasses browsers and around which seems have been sighted UFOs more than once. Today, however, the only flying objects near the aircraft that are, occasionally, fall in the distance to the international airport of Ibiza, while we enjoy the place literally doing long baths.
The sea near the beach at the foot of the red cliffs, is not exceptional, but just take some steps along the rocky coast to find transparent and completely different tone, with the sun that enhances when, around 17:00, the stops to do and quit despite the overwhelmingly exposed.
Around 19:00 you are still God (the sun sets here tardissimo), but there's dinner at the hotel by 21:00 and we can not delay further. We do spend a bundle and see if you can reach the Torre del Pirata, a popular viewpoint, but a good half hour walk and there is no time, then we are dispatched to the Blue Club
When we arrive there is a swarming of people in the hall and we can not help but notice that we are, practically, were the only people still wear the seal beach. Quickly, then, go up in the room and prepare a few minutes before 21:00 in the evening we are presenting.
We conclude positively so the first (little more than half) day in Ibiza and we spend the evening to see a nice performance on stage made to elect the "perfect pair", then go back to our room to rest: tomorrow we will finally have available all the time necessary, ie the whole day, and we will follow the route planned.

To see the show in the evening is quite late, so that we only need to make then difficult to get up early in the morning. Nevertheless we are at 8:30 and have breakfast at 9:00, after they withdrew from the baskets that will be delivered today for lunch, we are already in the street.
We own very few miles and at the Riu Santa Eularia, which suburbs are housed, the first stop we make. Go up to the so-called Puig de Missa, a natural hill at the top of which is the parish church which, according to the programs, we would have already had to see yesterday.
Let's take a brief stroll around the religious and the back road that will lead us to make a visit much more demanding: the city of Eivissa (Ibiza or in Spanish).
The Carthaginians were to found the town in 654 BC, but it was Prince Philip II gave him an indelible by building (between 1555 and 1585) the massive walls, among the best preserved of Europe, which contain the so-called Dalt Vila, a fortified citadel included in the World Heritage.
Parked near the port and you reach the main entrance through the walls: the Portal de Las taules, strict door surmounted by coat of arms of the prince's family, beyond which lies the Patio des Armas, a rectangular space in which, until Seventy agl'anni kept the hippy market in Ibiza. From here it begins to rise, along narrow streets and characteristic, until the highest point of the old town, where the Cathedral, built in the vicinity of the bastion from which you can enjoy some panoramic views of the city itself and the sea front, with, in the distance, nestled in the mist, the nearby island of Formentera.
Avoid visiting the small archaeological museum and begin to follow a different path between the lanes, this time down. Passing so near the Convent of Santo Domingo, the characteristics in brick domes that stand out on the blinding white walls, and we close the loop tour of the Dalt Vila leaving Portal de Las taules.
It 'almost midday and through the Marina district, which in the meantime is animated and full of tourists, to return to your car, but not to conclude the visit of the city of Ibiza.
We reach to no more than a kilometer away, on the Puig Molins, a hill which is at an interesting Phoenician necropolis: the place is of great historical value to the island but scenographically leaves something 'to be desired and not excites us so much.
At this point in the day, accaldatissimi, we move towards the sea in the area that extends south of the capital. Passing near the airport and arrive, through the whole area of salt marshes, the beach of Es Cavallet known to be a nudist paradise of Ibiza. It is however on the side of the promontory more exposed to wind and choppy sea is clear, better jump on the other side, the beach at Les Salines.
Within minutes we are on site and we are facing a beautiful stretch of sea reflections crystalline ... exactly what we were looking for our support and we run things in the water to look cool. God is good and we remain there long, so we end today for lunch around 14:00 (just bad because we should not make an account to none).
In the afternoon we go up and down continuously from the sea to bagnasciuga (which unfortunately is full and the memory of the calm Caribbean beaches remains far) then, with Richard, I take a long walk to reach the Torre de Ses Portes, who seemed to eye significantly nearest spend more than an hour under the scorching sun and the return, to return the body temperature to levels more acceptable solution is not better than to dive in the beautiful water that we face.
You are in this way, even today, and 19:00, with calm, take the way of the Blue Club, not disdaining a stop along the way to admire the characteristic fortified church of Sant Jordi, so when we are already past da un po '20:00, and like yesterday, we must hurry to settle for not making a late dinner.
During the evening Federico, curious, wants to try to go to the mini-club, but soon fall into line and back with us to see a nice show of comedy, then, tired after the long traipsing down the streets of Ibiza, in the room go up and, lying on our beds, in a few minutes slipped into the world of dreams.

E 'increasingly successful effort to get up pretty early in the morning and the alarm shall sound repeatedly to convince us, almost at 8:00, which should emerge from linen because the sun shines out of another beautiful day and we must not lose more precious time .
Consumed breakfast we stop to buy an umbrella in a supermarket just outside the hotel, because the beaches are too crowded and you can not use the usual drop-down menu, and then, shortly after 9:00, we are comfortably seated in the car to follow ribbon of asphalt that runs to the north of the island.
Passed by the village of Sant Carles de Peralta, who is perhaps characteristic, but not enough to make us take a break, calling deep in Cala de Sant Vicent, long ago, probably, a beautiful bay, not today as it is disfigured by ' urbanization wildest and shameful.
We look around the road to Punta Grossa, but is not well marked, so first would be wrong and follow another, then, once taken, panoramic, disappoint us, as we will probably disappoint those who reach a point that we see in the distance ... program should get out and go in search of a beach, because Sabrina and, above all, Frederick is being bored.
We reach the sea, in the northeast coast of Ibiza, Cala Mastella, which according to our information should also be a beautiful bay ... is the exact opposite: small, bruttina and with the bath water! It is not just the day: let the sea and we go ... Market! Yes, right in the market! Today is Wednesday, and nearby, in Punta Arabi, held the traditional hippy market in Ibiza.
There is a tremendous confusion, all of the tourists I think it is repaid in the same place and immense expanses of color plates are the luck of the parking premises.
C'inoltriamo to the push, suffocated by the heat, a brutal crowd, among the stalls of a market that has remained hippy little because, with rare exceptions, the products are sold far and craft vendors are in good part, extra or, vulgarly speaking, "cumpre-vu", so what, is another bitter disappointment.
Bolgia leave by noon when it is already past and we, in the neighborhood, in Cala Llena for lunch. Even this is not the best: take a bath to cool, but the water not too clean, is also infested by a jellyfish and even ends up sting: Acedia ...! ... Today should be just all wrong! ... But, according to the theory of large numbers, to have many beautiful days every so often you must also have an ugly, the famous exception that proves the rule ... facciamocene a reason and try to take it with philosophy.
After lunch, albeit slightly disheartened, start looking for a beach worthy of the reputation of Ibiza. We leave this stretch of coast, and between gl'itinerari looking for the coming days, we go in the far north of Cala Xarraca.
The creek does not have anything special, but on the left, walk past a small roughness of the rocky coast, lies a beautiful stretch of sea, a truly natural swimming pool. Finally! In extremis so we deal with a day that do not want to know to offer something good.
We do not have a real beach, but the beauty of the sea safely overcome these shortcomings, we remain so long in the water and go in Frederick exploration with mask and snorkel, passing, among other things, within a tiny sea cave through, suggestively from side to side, a reef located a few meters from shore.
Spend a pleasant few hours, finding a smile and enthusiasm, until the sun going down behind the cliffs, leaving no shadow, then, fairly early, at 18:30 we leave the place.
We look at the nearby settlement of Portinaxt (another bay ruined by urbanization) and then we move towards the Blue Club, where we arrived shortly after 19:00, ie much earlier than usual.
Quietly doing the shower and then go out for dinner while we are at the table, Frederick accuses strong abdominal pain and soon we are back in the room. Everything, fortunately, after a while 'pass but the little jump and he falls asleep the evening show (which still sees Sabrina from the terrace). Finish a day so not exactly happy, but we are optimistic hope was the worst of the trip and that tomorrow, things go better.

After the pain and after a long sleep awakens Frederick, pimpante, before we go in this way to begin another day (it's only the fourth to Ibiza, but also over the first half of the trip!).
At 9:30 we leave the hotel towards the center of the island, passing the village of Santa Gertrudis and we look out over the sea to the north-west coast. From there, then descend along a steep road that ends in the remote Cala Salada.
The main beach, equipped with sun beds and umbrellas, it would have only one stop, but following a rough path on the right dell'insenatura who comes to a small Mediterranean paradise. A turquoise lagoon washes the shores of a tiny beach of soft sand and clear, with reddish behind rocks and green pine trees that delineate a framework of great chromatic effect, to enjoy the absolute silence of the first morning, with few other tourists.
Umbrella plant run to enjoy the magnificent fluid-clear and incredibly perfect temperature, while, as already mentioned, there are many people around us. Among the few present, however, we can not do without a notarne: Paul Kessisoglu, conductor with Luca Bizzarri and Alessia Marcuzzi the television program "Le Iene" on Italia 1. Dress well, for a moment, the clothes of paparazzo and snap a few photos in the direction of the VIP, then try not to disturb him because, among other things, is in the company of his wife in sweet expectation.
Shortly after 10:00 am, unfortunately, leaves the quiet, a big boat download a horde of tourists who invade the entire bay homogeneously, while others are added from the ground, but the place is beautiful and is also normal that at peak times there is so many people.
E 'a delight basking in these waters and remain there for as long, but not exactly: around 14:00 climbing a mezz'oretta for lunch, then you come back soon.
At 15:00 leave the boat with its load of tourists and, shortly later, there we go. Let us return to the center of the island and go up the extreme north, to the beach Benirras, enclosed between high cliffs, a sea which is not nothing compared to that of Cala Salada.
The minor place of beauty is not a problem, in fact, we have to stay only for a little over an hour, until shortly before 18:00, we are not along the short stretch of road that divides us from the village of Sant Miquel de Balansat, which should take place, like every Thursday, some traditional dances.
The information was correct, because the show held in the patio of the parish church at 18:15. Take place and we can see the so-called Ball Pagés, dance inspired by the ancient pagan rituals for fertility. For the occasion, the dancers wear traditional clothes ibizienchi: men, in white with possible black waistcoat and red hat, deftly handle the classic castanets, and women (who wear up to fifteen underskirt!) Is ingioiellano with "s'emprendada "(showy pectoral) and take in hand the usual range. Everything was organized with precision, it has proved very interesting and certainly far more characteristic of the hippy market.
Ending at 19:00 the dances and we return to Club Blu so come through the show, this evening in good time and we can wash very calm.
After dinner, we see another show: the one made fun of cabaret staged by children of the staff of animation, not before, however, that he has taken part in a tombola unfortunate that there was lag far outside the winners. The shame of defeat there was the smile off anyway, because we just closed, ideally, safe inside with memories of a beautiful day, the best so far of our trip to Ibiza.

After breakfast we start addressing a new stage of this journey in the land of Spain. The intention would be to go to cultural events, visiting a few villages ... characteristic, but the lack of Sant Llorenc Balafia and (this is the name of the two candidates), we immediately desist from. We aim then decisively in the direction of the sea and more specifically of Cala Comte, located in the west of the island and considered, according to the guide, the most beautiful beach in Ibiza.
When we arrive, just after 10:00, the place near the huge parking lot behind it is still almost completely empty, but we can stay sure you fill in a few hours. Meanwhile, we, we are spoiled for choice: leave the car and go to the discovery of Cala Comte.
At the foot of barren cliffs, the radius of a hundred meters away, is not a beach, but three: the one we choose in our best and we camp near the bagnasciuga. Before us is an extraordinary sea, reflections seem to be so intense, at times, unrealistic, unfortunate that it is only slightly more motivated than usual at the expense of the pool.
Today the wind blows and the sky there is some cloud that too, sometimes, si para davanti al sole, whose presence is essential in order to enhance the beauty of the place. When leaving out, in fact, turn on magisterially of all shades between green and blue, in stark contrast to the many rocky islands scattered some 'anywhere near this stretch of coast.
We do, of course, an incalculable number of bathrooms, while the solar disk, which appears and disappears again and again, seems to want to play with the clouds rimpiattino stationed fixed to the east.
Around 14:00 lunch and the beach, as expected, it was filled for good and now is close to sold out, then decide to leave temporarily and we are approaching on foot, intending to rent a pedalone and satisfy the demand of the little did we have some 'time now. But you can not do it now: we must wait for at least forty-five minutes to return the first available means ... little harm ... go back on our steps and time again we know, after having consumed one more bathroom.
Finally in mid afternoon we can take off, riding with the "Dream Boat" by Federico, even with the slide to make the plunge, as the sun, changing cardinal point, is finally back into the open.
It seems to float on the liquid crystal during the crossing that leads us in the face all'isolotto stations for a while 'before his rocks and then go back to the coast for a swim, because we have not provided an anchor and the wind, which continues to blow incessantly, increasingly encourages us off.
An hour passes quickly and almost without it, we are on the way back to retrieve a ball that someone has left out of control, and then go back on the beach to enjoy the last remnants of the day bathing entirely.
We were among the first to arrive and we are among the last to leave: leave around 19:00, in fact, Cala Comte, that we liked a lot but not as Cala Salada, and half an hour later, after crossing the whole island We are back to Club Blu
Dinner, we see the evening show and met us in withdrawing our "apartments", think what good we have seen so far in this island known unfairly, rather, for its nightlife.

A week passes quickly and today is the last day when we have the car rental.
At 9:30 shipped proceed towards the capital ibizienco, the past and then turn left down towards the sea up to the village of Cubells, located high on a rocky stretch of coast, which also offers a beautiful panoramic However, blurred by haze ubiquitous Mediterranean.
We continue the tour in a clockwise direction following the coastline, with a look that ranges about the shape of Es Vedra and, leaving the deviation to the left that leads to Cala d'Hort, Cala reach deep into Vadella, perhaps once beautiful, not today, as it is invaded by the casting of concrete.
We pass over, and after be left behind even the small Cala Moli, Cala Tarida to arrive. This too, unfortunately, is besieged by cement, but is very wide and its northern part, protected by high cliffs, it is still wild and seemingly untouched.
We place on the shores of a tiny beach bathed by turquoise waters and descend into the sea to enjoy a long bath, also taking advantage of an islet, reachable on foot and located a few tens of meters ahead of us, from which you can do, to the delight Frederick and also my wonderful diving (the most exciting for at least six meters in height).
The morning passed in part to grind km, passes in a flash and around 14:00, after lunch, we leave Cala Tarida and start looking for another beach. It makes a hot and hellish ascent on foot up to your car, under the solleone is hallucinating, then fortunately, while we reach the nearby Cala Bassa, we think the air conditioning will restore a more acceptable body temperature.
The beach, although nice, is located near a campground and is a real Carnaio. The thing, of course, we do not like, and decide to take another handful of miles to reach Cala Salada, beach, in our opinion, the most beautiful island of Ibiza, and conclude with a flourish as the tour of the island.
Shortly before 16:00 we are blissfully already placed a few meters from the beautiful lagoon. We spend three wonderful hours, amongst the waves, excluding the time that Richard and I use to make a short walk along the rocky coast.
The time is passing inexorably our worst enemy, and shortly after 19:00, we must, regretfully leaving Cala Salada and to return, finally, at the Blue Club, not before, however, to be moved from the town of Sant Antoni (the second city of Ibiza) in extremis for post cards and have made full of fuel, so to be delivered tomorrow morning, the car in perfect order.
Once there I go to the bench Theorem to control flight times to return and I do not believe my eyes when I see the plane set to leave for the 2:20 Monday morning (inhuman).
Go up in the room and go down shortly after dinner, and then, later, we see a good musical (which focuses on history, set in the future, Romeo and Juliet), and we dedicate ourselves to rest in preparation for tomorrow, a long day at the after which we will return to Italy.

Having to leave the Blue Club just before midnight would be logical to keep the rental car even for today, but the room is to be released, however, by 11:00 and that binds us, practically, to the for ' day.
Shortly after 8:00 we get up and, with Richard, I just deliver the car to Betacar: with the small car, in six days, we have come to Ibiza the beauty of 530 kilometers. We employ no more than half an hour and the return, all together, we go to breakfast before returning to the room to put your suitcases.
At 10:00, one hour earlier than necessary, leave the room, deposited the baggage system, and we do not have better alternatives, at the edge of the pool, with the little that, without having to pray, you immediately dive into the water.
From the pool, the bed, the beach of the hotel and vice versa is not the type of holiday to which we aspire, but one day we will, as before noon I am also involved in a trivial game from village ... and esco miserably defeated. To win, however, are our throats because we do today, shamefully, incetta calories even at lunch!
Throughout the afternoon lazing around the pool, with Frederick that succeeds, in anticipation of a difficult night, to crush a providential nap. Just wake up, however, does not lose the opportunity to tire of doing it again, in practice, only a long bath until the evening, while the undersigned is a basket ball and a basketball with entertainment and Sabrina reads his inevitable book.
At 19:30 we leave the bathing suits worn by those leaving and going to dinner, then seeing the evening show and we do engage in some Latin dances: all leaders believe that just arrived during the day you arrive and thereafter Departures from Italy and a half hours before we had ever seen, having been over all week, walking to the island. But we are not students and at 23:30, after the show and a brief sortie to the nightclub on the pier near the hotel with suitcases outside the main exit and there we awaited the bus to reach the airport.
Puntuale is the means: load the luggage, climb on board and we are slowly acknowledging the Blue Club, and Frederick, who was enjoying, moved almost starts to cry.
Under the starry night ibizienca are going on the road that runs towards the town and almost immediately, as we leave behind the Puig de Missa Santa Eularia, body midnight and goes to start a new day ...

According to the catalog of Theorem this holiday was already being done, instead here we are, yet in Ibiza ... and this afternoon I have to go to work.
Around 00:30 we arrive at the international and we put ourselves in a row to take the luggage, while the flight Az6738 to Bologna, on the board, complains another half an hour late, and now is in for the 2:50 (could get even worse ... so prendiamola).
Without problems beyond the metal-detector, with the little that is beginning to give signs of slowing, so, shortly afterwards, when we put ourselves waiting at the door number nine, he falls asleep, followed by Sabrina.
Missing another hour to board and do a walk through a waiting room half-empty then, finally, a few minutes before 2:00 cross, taking the child by the hand staggering, and the door to 2:40 (in advance ten minutes late on schedule!) the Boeing 737 Air of blue stands out the flight to Bologna.
Quickly climb to altitude, while Sabrina and Richard return to the world of dreams and below us flows the entire island of Ibiza, followed a short distance from the remaining Balearics.
I am also the temptation to take a nap and when to reopen the eyes, on our left, we see the French coast lit. Immediately after flying over Italy and begin to descend towards the main town of Emilia, where landed, at last, at 4:10!
Collect your luggage and leave in search of the van that we will back to Forlì. We find, but we are lagging behind and this is expected for another committee. The driver then called a colleague who is, with half substitute, at about 5:00. We lost another half hour and is a slim consolation for us to be conducted at home with the help of a luxury Mercedes.
At 5:45 we are at the exit of our city and expect to find the grandparents, who had warned just before the telephone. We brought our car, with which, while dawned (this is a true record for the return from a trip!), We arrive home at 5:56.
E 'stata una bella vacanza, only pity for this uncomfortable return. The sea of Ibiza has fully met, as well as a visit to his old town, in a beard all believe the island and only one place in which to transgressive nightlife.
Nature has been generous with this land. The man is not brought due respect and has been used, unfortunately, on more than one case, the savage slaughter of urbanization ... that's enough, people from Ibiza! Stop the cement that makes safeguarded and what still beautiful and there was precious because it is worth!