After a blissful day of mermaiding on pink sugar candy sand beneath skies of angel blue Javier came to collect me and Rose. Bathed in the late afternoon sun of Illetes beach, I was surprised to see what I can only describe as a moving junkyard on wheels approaching. The interior of the car was like a rubbish dump; old water bottles, stacks of ancient papers, a total junk fest. Javier stumbled out of the rust bucket, a crumpled, lovestoned, sweet, smiling mess. It was the strangest feeling seeing him again. He seemed a totally different person from the erudite, urbane almost aristo guy I had met in Ibiza town in March. Perhaps this was his twin brother.
As the sun was setting, Rose & I felt emboldened after a day of sumptuous beauty, cradled between the ocean and the sky. Javier grabbed his camera and our greeting effortlessly flowed into an impromptu photoshoot; my silk kimono catching the soft light of the sparkling sherbert skies, dancing in the warm evening breeze.
We all jumped into the ‘trashmobile’ and chased the sunset across the Salt plains to a low key party at a vibey chiringuito. I had intended to go back to Ibiza for the Solomun closing party that evening, a prospect that seemed increasingly slim as we moved deeper into a heady mix of chilled Rosé, a gentle joint and a sensual Balearic beat. I looked up from my drink and saw Rose morphing into a limber contortionist wrapping herself around the pole like a sultry serpent.
Dinner at the harbour was laced with more wine and Yierbas. The last boat slipped away right in front of our eyes, with the ease of sand falling through fingers. We could have made it if we wanted to but we were both having too much fun. The excitement of a nighttime adventure on the most beautiful island in the world was infinitely more alluring!
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