The number 17 person loves to travel to find work, the number 17 is very much a lucky number closely tied to number 8, the number of karma and fate.
I managed to walk nearly 13,000 steps yesterday, admittedly a lot were clocked up walking around the shops in Ibiza Town. I need to walk new paths and I feel happy to be back in IBIZA. My son’s girlfriend Ioanna is here with me and her excitement bubbles over. I am glad for her, they say if you love IBIZA then you have been accepted here by the Goddess Tanit. I have never read that. A good friend who lived and grew up here told me that snippet of information. I have never forgot it. I met my husband here and it always feels like home to me.
In the shadow of the Castle, above us, white sheets hang loosely from rusted balustrade of rented rooms. We sit outside Cafe Mariana and watch Ibiza town walk past us, I could write many stories here, the characters are breezy, the shops are pastel and far from playing safe, Ibiza is known for playing on the side of crazy and there is a hint of bohemia beaming with a cheeky grin. The sheets above blow soft romance as tales of dreamy nights are whispered into the pink bourganvillia clinging to the stone walls and I tell myself I am too old to think like this. Ibiza would disagree. Ibiza is forever young, Maybe this is Never Never Land and Tinkerbell is designing fashion here.
bars must close at ten
After resting our feet in our very clean and colourful Hostal overlooking the bay, you can sense the residents submission to Covid regulations. It had been a long fight to stay in a party spirit. Sad, raised eyebrows enforced passivity. The police have announced they must close the bars tomorrow after 10’00pm. We ventured out to find some town life to enjoy our dinner. Only three or four market stalls trading jewellery on the harbour walk. The stall holder said he was going to give it another couple of nights. It is October anyhow. The season is over.
pizza perfect
We found a wonderful Italian bar in the Plaza and spotted their Pizza’s placed on wooden boards. We decided based on the aroma, to sit. A saxophonist played to a handful of people in a side street before moving into the centre of the square. The best Pizza I have tasted in a long time (I will walk it off) washed down with a glass of white wine. The bar tender told me he will see what happens in the next couple of days. They may close for good as he cannot imagine, Spanish locals will ever come out to eat early. It is just not in their culture.
It does seem crazy, like the last nail in the coffin. Closing early will probably not make much difference now to Covid. This virus does not have a time preference. Ibiza socialites will still watch the sun set.
Looking for a night cap we stumbled on a couple of singers performing in a side street. We caught the last part of their performance. A small group of friendly dutch people danced under the street lights and a girl danced on her balcony, clapping their final tune.
I need to walk now but I will think about travel today. I have to adventure somewhere, Ibiza is opening a door for me again. This enforced passivity pushes the life away from you. As the sun sets and the street lights attractively glitter and twinkle under a full moon, it reminds you that there truly is a Never Never Land and how we must remember that life goes on.
