Give Me One Night on Ibiza
One night on Ibiza is not enough. I could have stayed the whole summer. Let me rephrase that: I could have stayed the whole summer if the summer were a hundred days of low-season. I'm not sure I'd be able to deal with the summer crowds. I like visiting a place before the season starts.
What about you? Are you a low-season or high-season person? Can you walk along a crowded promenade with hundreds of other tourists or does this make you crazy?
|A pint of cider is bigger than the north of Ibiza.|
Well, probably not. I think the discos on Ibiza need 19-year-olds who will look back and cringe at their pictures from Ibiza in 2012. What's with the women's fashion of embarrassingly short shorts? Isn't the concept of clothes to cover our parts? I walked behind a pretty "blonde" post-teen for a few minutes on the porn-menade of Sant Antoni, trying to figure out the appeal of shorts that don't cover the butt. Why wear shorts at all? Why not just walk around in a thong? I have a thong. Somewhere. In my past.
|A pleasant surprise . . .|
How many things do you really want to know about Ibiza? Sadly, most of the island has been turned into a dance floor throbbing with fit, tattooed guys and girls clad in obligatory strips of clothing. Is this sad? I don't know. I just felt under-tattooed and overdressed. I did not, however, feel old and fat.
|Eivissa, the old town|
This post is my 200th post at I Must Be Off! which means I'm dancing in celebration--because I can dance. Really.
If you haven't already swung by the Aotearoa Affair Blog Carnival, which I hosted last week, HAVE A LOOK.
|in a pleasant place.|
I must be off,
ONE YEAR AGO AT I MUST BE OFF!
Christopher Allen writes fiction, creative non-fiction and of course this here blog. His work has appeared in numerous places both online and in print. Read more about him HERE.