Okay, so today I’m gonna share my little experiment: figuring out “how long is Ibiza.” Not like, the island’s actual length, but more like, how long does it feel to be there, ya know?
It all started last summer. I was bored outta my skull, scrolling through Instagram, and BAM! Ibiza pics everywhere. Sun, beaches, parties… I thought, “Screw it, I need this.” Booked a flight the next day. Impulsive? Maybe. Worth it? Absolutely.
Day 1: Arrival & Orientation
- First things first, landing in Ibiza airport was kinda chaotic, but in a good way. Everyone’s buzzing with excitement.
- Grabbed a rental car – small, zippy, perfect for the island roads.
- Drove straight to San Antonio, checked into my hotel (nothing fancy), and dumped my bags.
- Walked around, got my bearings, found a cheap place for some tapas and a beer. Gotta fuel up, right?
- Sunset at Café del Mar. Touristy? Yes. Still amazing? Hell yes.
Day 2: Beach Hopping & Boat Trip
- Woke up, grabbed a coffee and pastry, and headed to Cala Comte. That water is unreal!
- Spent the morning swimming, sunbathing, and just chilling.
- Afternoon: Boat trip! Found a last-minute deal at the harbor. Sailed along the coast, stopped at a couple of hidden coves for snorkeling. Best part? Open bar on board!
- Evening: Dinner in Ibiza Town. Wandered through the old town, found a cute little restaurant with amazing seafood paella.
Day 3: Exploring the Island
- Drove to the north side of the island. Completely different vibe – more laid-back, less crowded.
- Visited the hippie market at Las Dalias. So much cool stuff! Bought a couple of souvenirs (that I probably overpaid for, but whatever).
- Lunch in a small village, away from the tourist crowds. Authentic Spanish food, super cheap.
- Afternoon: Hiked to a viewpoint overlooking Es Vedrà. That rock is seriously impressive. Plus, the views were insane.
- Evening: Relaxed at my hotel, watched the sunset from my balcony. Needed a chill night before…
Day 4: Party Time!
- This was the big one. Pre-party at my hotel, met some cool people from all over.
- Headed to Pacha. Holy crap, that place is HUGE. Music was pumping, the crowd was electric.
- Danced until sunrise. Seriously, I don’t even remember half of it.
- Crashed at my hotel, slept for about 12 hours straight.
Day 5: Recovery & Departure
- Woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck. Hair of the dog? Maybe not the best idea, but I did it anyway.
- Spent the day lounging by the pool, trying to piece together the events of the previous night.
- Last dinner in Ibiza Town, reminiscing about the trip.
- Early morning flight home. Exhausted, but totally worth it.
The Verdict: How Long Is Ibiza?
Okay, so five days doesn’t sound like much, right? But honestly, it felt like a lifetime. I packed so much into those five days – beaches, parties, exploring, eating, drinking… I left Ibiza feeling like I’d been gone for weeks. It’s like the island has its own time warp.
Would I go back? In a heartbeat. Next time, I’m staying longer.
