I can’t say I can VIVIDLY explain to you the exact details of mine and Lauren’s time in Ibiza, BUT I can tell you that it was one of THE BEST weekends up to date. Once again though, I am in Barcelona to work, so that was my first priority; however, I BOOKED IT back to my apartment after work and grabbed my luggage and passport and Lolo and I were on our way. With a little bit over an hour to spare at the airport {how proud are you of our time management when it comes to traveling daddy?} Lauren and I had time to shove our face with a couple of slices of pizza and then we were JETTING OFF to Ibiza!!
Because I was running on no sleep from working long hours {reality hit me in the face}, I took a little snooze on the plane and I am almost positive that Lauren and I were the only ones who were NOT ready to party on a Friday night in Ibiza. When we landed, we had to grab our bags and then wait in a taxi line that was practically a mile long. Once we had finally made it to the front of the line and to our hotel, near the heart of Ibiza, we were placed in a room in the secondary tower and LET ME TELL YOU… IT WAS THE WORST ROOM EVER!! Having spent so much money on a room, and booking in mid February, I was EXTREMELY upset with the hotel to the point I complained to a multitude of managers. Not only were we given a handicap room {where are toilet was straight up in the shower} BUT when we opened the door to our room, it REAKED of foul smells {to put it nicely}. The night managers were SO rude and SO unwilling to cooperate with us, offer us a different accommodation, or anything so we went upstairs, put on face masks, and slept with the windows and sliding doors open.
The next day, because we had also booked a booze cruise {through Oceanbeat} that was scheduled at a little after noon, we woke up in time to have the buffet breakfast and shove our faces with unnecessary food, popped open the Veuve, and had our own private party on our balcony. By the time we finished our bottle of champagne, we decided to give ourselves about an hour to find the checkin location for the boat, walked the entirety of the beach, and wound up RIGHT NEXT TO OUR HOTEL {oops}.
The boat party was WILD!! I honestly have no other words to describe it… Prior to boarding, Lolo and I had spotted out some cuties who we figured we would introduce ourselves to, little did we know one was a group from California and SO RUDE, and the others were a group from Texas and were SO FUN. But when we boarded, and were greeted with a glass of sangria, we went straight up to the top and became friends with the people in the VIP section; which just so happened to be the German soccer team. After becoming friends with them, having cocktails with them, and allowing them to shower us with champagne, we were too tired of the amount of people who kept trying to rush in the VIP section, so we headed down to the bottom of the boat where we proceeded to officially meet the Texas boys. We probably hung out with them for about three hours on the boat and just drank and talked for the entirety of the time cause Lauren and I seemed to click with two of them {and because we were told the boat was unable to anchor due to a “broken anchor,” but I just think it’s cause the people didn't want to be responsible for a ton of drunk people swimming in the ocean}.
Following the boat, we decided to hang out with the Texans for the rest of day and night. Luckily they had an AirBNB that was located near the port so we just hung out there and listened to music until we believed it was time to head our separate ways to get ready for the night. Lauren and I headed back to the hotel in order to get ready. Because we hadn't eaten ALL day, we decided we deserved some French Fries and proceeded to head to where the strip of clubs are located. Our pregame consisted of watching a flamenco dancer, a couple of drinks, and a huge plate of french fries covered in salt… oops. After an hour had passed, we still had not heard from any of the Texas boys, so we decided to continue our night without them, make friends with a bouncer at one of the clubs and go in. Although it was NOTHING like what I had expected {I expected it to be more wild than Kapital, the seven story club in Madrid}, we stayed there for maybe an hour-ish AND THEN Lauren got a text from the guy that she had gotten along with from Texas.
They happened to be outside of the club that we were at and only two of them {out of the six} paid the cover to get in, just to get Lauren and myself to get us to go with them to go to a different club… We continued our night at a place called Amnesia which was ABSOLUTELY INSANE!! The place was huge, all of the people were tripping on drugs, and Lauren and I were the only sober ones to be seen. There were midgets walking around in funky outfits, people on stilts wearing masks, fog machines going off at every corner, and the music was bumpin’ {watch my lil video to get a taste of Ibiza or fast forward JUST to see what it was like at the club}. Although Lauren and I didn't stay as late as everybody else, and the place was expected to illuminate through its glass ceiling at sunrise, Lauren and I were JUST getting into bed at around six in the morning.
Considering we had a flight around eleven in the evening, but checkout was at noon, we did NOT get to sleep much at all. Because breakfast was no longer served at the hotel after half past ten, we set our alarms for a little bit after nine, snoozed them a few times, and then went down to the buffet. Following the buffet, we packed extremely quickly and got in bathing suits because we didn't want to waste away the day and we were planning on meeting up with the Texas boys at the beach. As we were walking to the elevator and just entering, both of our eyes nearly popped out of our heads when an EXTREMELY attractive guy with a couple of his friends said “Are you guys leaving already?” in a British accent and my only response that I could whip out was “just taking our bags down for check out, but find us on the beach and hang out with us.”
In hopes of finding EITHER groups of boys, Texans or Brits, we walked the entirety of the beach {casually, if I do say so myself} and basically failed miserably… No one to be found anywhere, so with that, we decided to head back up to the hotel and grab a few drinks from the bar. Following the bar, we still had a while until our flight, so we thought it would be a GENIUS idea to grab a couple bottles of champagne, head to the beach, and pop them. The lady at the little convenient store LOVEQDDDD us!! About an hour after sitting on the beach, just hanging out listening to music, the guys from Texas showed up, got some more drinks and joined us. We soaked up the sun, dried out our skin in the salt water, and were just boozin all day and not much later the HUGE group of Brits called out to Lauren and me, so we went to talk to them.
I exchanged my number with the one that Lauren and I thought was gorgeous and then we went our separate ways. Once again, because Lauren and I promised to hang out with the Texas guys, we did not think we were going to be able to hang out with the British guys and were kinda bummed about it, but the blue eyed babe was persistent about texting me and offered to get Lauren and I drinks prior to our flight and after we left the Texan’s AirBNB {cause they were heading back to their internships in Seville, Spain. If I told you guys that Lauren and I did not have some alcohol would be a lie, so I will leave it at that… and with that came a bad sense of timing. We decided to meet up with the British guys, where they offered us to hang out and have some yummy mixed drinks…
About an hour and a half before our flight {yes, still having the affects of alcohol}, we decided to head out to grab a taxi to the airport {that was only about a ten minute drive away} BUTTTTTT we were rejected by TWO taxis!! We were told there was “absolutely no way that [we] would make [our] flight because there was a major accident and the flow of traffic was not moving.” With that being said, we just went straight back up to one of the Brit’s rooms and began to freak out. Lauren and I were wearing our matching “I Love Ibiza,” shirts, we looked like hot messes, and we were in need of emailing our bosses to tell them we couldn't make it to work on Monday, ANDDDDD we had to book whole new flights back to Barcelona. Let me just say though, thank goodness the British guys we met had three extra rooms because they booked their boy’s trip a year in advance and a few of them couldn’t stay the whole time. Let me also just say, I had to also put in my last pair of contacts and we went immediately to a club to celebrate our last official night in Ibiza.
Because Lauren had a quiz due the next day {due to her online summer school class}, she went back to the hotel a little bit after midnight and then I didn't want to leave her alone, so the cute Brit {his name is Ryan} taxied back with me so I wouldn't be alone. When we got back, Lauren was already in bed and online shopping rather than doing her school work, and Ryan and I went on the balcony and had a heart to heart talk for maybe four hours.
We slept until it was the guys’s time to check out so we just put our luggage back on hold with them {because our new flight wasn't until around seven in the evening}, we grabbed brunch and drinks with them, and then we all headed to the beach. After a little while, Lauren and I decided to pay our convenient store lady a visit and buy our usual two bottles of champagne and then we popped those right when we got back to the beach. The time seemed to go by so quickly and there was NEVER a dull moment. First just chilling out in the ocean, hanging out on the beach, and then back to the hotel to float in the pool for a little while.
AMAZINGLY ENOUGH, WE MADE OUR FLIGHT and it was around the same time as the guys heading back to London, so we all just got to caravan together. Because we were rushing, we literally looked like bums… I wore pajama shorts, my “I Love Ibiza” shirt, and no bra {sorry mama… I’m not proud of myself either… gotta dress to impress}. HOWEVER, I don't think that the Ibiza Airport is one you need to worry about impressing anyone. I can GUARANTEE you that EVERYBODY at the airport was either on drugs, drunk out of their minds, or both!! I don't think I have ever been surrounded by sooooo many incoherent people, BUT IBIZA, YOU WERE DEFINITELY ONE TO REMEMBER!!
Don’t recommend our hotel {as the reception people were really rude} BUT I do recommend the Island!! Crystal clear water, party people EVERYWHERE, and just pure perfection… So, until next time!!
xoxo V
