Just saying the word is magical, listen to it roll off one’s tongue! Mellifluous perfection! Ibiza, or as the local Catalan speaking natives call it, “Eivissa” is an island in the Mediterranean Sea 79 km off the coast of the city of Valencia in Spain. It is part of the Balearic Island chain. Enough about geography, let me tell you about the culture.
Judith, the blushing bride, and her maid of honor and friend! Can we talk about the coordination of blues, the fascinators, the flowered head chain, and the general sartorial wit in this photo?
Everyone on the island spoke a minimum of three languages – it was a polyglot’s heaven! Signs were written in Spanish, Catalan, English, French, German, and represented a veritable United Nations of cultures. Everyone also dressed like they were about to pose for a Club Monaco or United Colors of Benetton Ad. I also believe that the island would be a meteorologist’s dream, literally s/he would not have to look at a doppler camera, barometer, or radar as the sun is always shining, there are no clouds, and the sky is blue every day. The temperates were also seemingly perfect.
Oh hi! That’s me. This is a picture of the first time I have ever been able to legitimately use a sun parasol. The dress is by Kimchi Blue from Urban Outfitters and called Spin Sugar Dress. It cast beautiful cream colored shadows.
The island’s local brew, Isleña, could be found at every bar!
Boquerones, manchego, mozzarella queso, olives, figs, couscous, aioli and a few of my favorite gustatory delights.
I can see why kings like Philip (during the 16th Century) and Moorish settlers built a fort to protect the island from capture – I would hide this gem of a place from my enemies as well. It seems that in the ancient fort town of Eivissa I discovered what the Phoenicians, Carthaginians, Romans, Moors and Catalans knew all along! (In fact, this leaves me wondering – why did we ever even LEAVE for the New World?) Fish were literally tickling my toes and jumping from the water waiting to be caught – verdant, bountiful, amazing!
Terracotta colors, wrought iron, rattan, brick, and palm leaves make a perfect caramel color story with pops of bucolic green.
That is my lovely boyfriend, Michael, clad in baby blue linen (the fabric of choice in Ibiza) and blending in with the bold color scheme.
Whether you’ve come here for the clubbing (like my oh-so-hip friends) or a lazy family holiday and wedding (like me), Eivissa/Ibiza’s cultural heritage usually comes as a complete surprise – indeed I was gobsmacked !The pinnacle of Dalt Vila – the old town -is the 13th-century cathedral, built on the site of a Roman temple that later became a mosque. Although, prepare yourself to huff and puff in order to even make it to the top of the hill. Stilettos and heals beware of the cobblestone!
The leather chairs, the settee, the exposed ceiling beams, Moroccan lamps, a classic piano, and mahogany wood flooring make this space seem English aristocrat with a hints of the Mediterranean.
But why was I on an island off the coast of Spain? For a destination wedding being held at the Hotel Can Talaias. Can Talaias is the “house on the hill” Terry Thomas chose as his residence years ago. It is a privileged spot in the North of the Island above San Carlos surrounded by beaches and coves. In the guest house there are 7 rooms from which to choose and a natural pool in which to relax. Terry Thomas’s youngest son, Cushan, together with his lovely wife Laetitia and their children Oliver & Ella are your hosts. Perched above the pretty village of San Carlos, overlooking Pine-clad hills towards the sea beyond, Can Talaias is a perfect spot to relax for a few days. Or if you are me, your version of “relaxing” is taking notes and photos for this blog post – it was too hard to resist, the hotel had the perfect touches of Mediterranean flair that paid decor homage to Moroccan heritage, African tradition, Spanish decor, jazz objects, and tropical colors. I love an eclectic home.
What is not to love about this adobe and pueblo inspired room? Almost a bit Southwestern, almost a bit Native America, and yet also wholly Spanish.
Ibiza, typically called “The White Island”.
As famous Spaniard and poet Federico García Lorca writes, “In Spain the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.” So the history of Ibiza is still living.