During my last year of school I can remember feeling really lost and stuck. Everyone seemed to know what they wanted to do, they had a plan, a path and some sort of direction. Everyone had plans of moving country to go to university, but I can remember feeling like I was the only person who wanted to do something more than just book studies.
So sat in my kitchen with my mom having one of our late night conversations with a cuppa, I decided I wanted to do something a little out of my comfort zone for my summer. My mom and I looked online and we stumbled across a language course in Ibiza. This jumped out at me because I really enjoy learning languages and of course... it's Ibiza. I think the stories of when my mom lived in Ibiza with her friend at 17 have always stuck with me and I guess I always wanted some of the ace experiences she had.
Cut long story short, I got myself out there and was met by a family friend at the airport. They immediately took me to this beautiful little restaurant with this amazing view. I really can't thank them enough for everything they did for me.
When Sunday rolled around I met the Spanish family I was staying with. They were nice enough people and welcomed me with some watermelon. But I have to admit, it is hard living with people who don't speak the same language as you. I had a little room with a fan that didn't work. So I unpacked and took myself out to wonder around Eivissa old town.
Ibiza old town is such a beautiful, crazy, interesting place. There are so many little cafes, clothes shops, fruit and veg stalls and , of course, the walled city. Walking around the streets of Ibiza was incredible, everything and everyone was so vibrant and gorgeous.
On the weekdays, I would attend the classes at the language school in the mornings. During our little breaks, we would go to this awesome organic café for lunch and after my classes I would walk 20 minutes down the road to the beach, chill and study in the sun for the afternoon. On the weekend or after my classes my family friend would pick me up and show me all of these beautiful beaches and cafes al over Ibiza. One of my favourite memories was driving to the highest point of Ibiza with friends and eating sushi watching the sunset, it was ace!
I enjoyed my time in Ibiza. Although sadly my 2 months got cut short to 10 days, it was definitely enough to give me the Ibiza bug. I love the place and needless to say, I will 100% be returning in the future, weather it is to live or for a trip, Ibiza is on the books.
