My Luv Letter to Ibiza

Dear Ibiza,

This trip had been years in the making (four, to be exact) and it was definitely worth the wait! I finally got to experience Ibiza’s party side with one of my best friends. And even though we’re not exactly the biggest party animals, we still had the best time.

Day 1: Good Food, Good Mood, Good Hoot

We flew from Rotterdam to Ibiza in the late afternoon, landing around 19:00. The flight was a breeze. Since we were traveling light (hand luggage only, though ours were definitely pushing the size limits), we avoided any extra luggage costs. Budget queens, you know?

After a quick shuttle ride to the car rental, we crossed our fingers for a Fiat 500, ultimate 500 girlies, but ended up with a Fiat Panda. Her license plate said MLY, so naturally, we named her Milly instead of the regular Fiat FiFi.

We checked into our hotel, did a quick outfit change, and by 20:30, we were already on the hunt for dinner. Following a TikTok tip, we found a beach club that exceeded all expectations; a cozy table, Aperol Spritz in hand, and the beginning of what we dubbed our “zon, zuipen, ziekenhuis (lite version)” adventure (spoiler alert: didn’t happen at all). One Aperol turned into two… then three… The burrata with truffle honey and basil? Life-changing. And if that wasn’t enough, we got a surprise performance with dancers and an insanely good singer. We even got free shots, who were we to say no? Needless to say, the holiday kicked off on a very good note.

Day 2: Early Morning Strolls and Late Evening Dances

One of the best things about traveling with my friend is that we’re both early risers. Even after a late night, we were up by 7:30. After breakfast, we headed straight to Ibiza’s beautiful old town, definitely lowering the average age on the streets as we went.

Cue the influencer vibes: snapping pictures of each other and filming updates for the fam vlog style. It made for a decent morning workout too to get the perfect viewpoint (up the hill of course). Afterward, we did some shopping in the center and grabbed some tasty tacos paired with a surprisingly good Jamaican lemonade.

In the afternoon, we chilled by the pool, continued our “get-to-know-each-other-even-better”questionnaire game, and, plot twist, I forgot to reapply sunscreen. By the time I got back to the room, I was basically a lobster with the worst tan lines ever.

But there was no time to mope… it was time for Ushuaïa! We were there for Dimitri Vegas & Like Mike, but first up was Timmy Trumpet. Now, I’m not one to judge, but… it wasn’t really our vibe. Hardcore techno remixes of popular songs? Not always an improvement. Thankfully, Dimitri and Mike came on and saved the night.

We started out close to the stage but eventually moved to a quieter spot to actually dance (and breathe). The vibe at Ushuaïa was unmatched: good energy, no bad intentions, and music that didn’t blast our eardrums out.

Unfortunately, my stubbornness was evidently present during this trip as I wore cute flats instead of sneakers (because aesthetic), and absolutely wrecking my feet. My friend was a saint and lent me one of her sneakers for the walk back, this is true friendship. We stopped for snacks and band-aids, then rallied for our second party at Pacha.

Pacha was… intense. Super crowded and deep house beats that never switched up. After what felt like forever with no main act in sight, we bailed; sober and slightly annoyed. Big hopes, but maybe not the right fit after Ushuaia.

Day 3: Sun, Sea, and Singing

Another early start (surprise, surprise). After breakfast, we set off for a beach day. The drive was beautiful; think lush green hills and villas straight out of a magazine.

We scored prime sunbeds early, but I swear the entire beach was Dutch. I’m all for seeing familiar faces, but this was next-level. It felt like a full-on takeover. Still, I stuck to the shade (lobster life wasn’t calling me back), read my book, and played a few rounds of Qwixx (won both times, by the way).

Lunch at the beach club was a classic girl lunch: Caesar salads, French fries, and a bottle of rosé. We chatted for ages, basked in the sun, and eventually blissfully dozed off on our beds.

Later, we got ready for our sunset “photoshoot” (#influencerlifestyle). And not to brag, but I nailed the manual camera settings for some pretty beautiful photos of the landscape and of my friend. The restaurant we picked had the perfect view of the sunset, but the food and service were… meh. No complaints about the cocktails though.

After finishing our questionnaire game and some solid life chats, we headed back for a nap before our final night out: Fisher’s opening party at UNVRS.

Parking drama struck when a parking attendant scared my friend mid-selfie, luckily no tickets were given, so all good. Even better, despite having early entrance tickets, they let us in smoothly without paying an additional fee, meaning free drinks (#girlsmath). The club was huge, and by some miracle, Fisher was already on stage when we arrived! Unfortunately we didn’t see his iconic “the fish has landed” entrance by flying in from the roof, but to be honest I don’t think we could’ve seen it either way as it was so busy with phones filming as well.

It was packed, chaotic, but still amazing to say we were there. Opening week at UNVRS, and Fisher’s first night of his residency. We danced, soaked it all in, and called it a night around 4:30.

After a quick shower, some packing, and the usual debrief, we finally crashed at 5:30. Who needs sleep anyway?

Day 4: A Short n’ Sweet Trip

Before we knew it, it was time to leave. We woke up around 9:00, checked out, and had one last stroll around Ibiza Town; admiring yachts, designer shops, and soaking in the atmosphere. One last (delicious) bagel and a final shopping spree later, it was time to head home.

While in the shuttle bus of the car rental, we smugly congratulated ourselves on our perfect planning… until my friend joked about something going wrong, and like clockwork, ten minutes later, we got a notification: flight delayed. Only 30 minutes, but still, manifestation gone wrong.

Muchos Gracias, Ibiza, for a few unforgettable days. I think we saw nearly all your sides: the city, the beach, the parties, we only just missed the hippie vibes. But maybe we’ll come back for that one day. For now, we’re heading home with a book full of memories to cherish forever.

Until next time…

Spread the Luv,

Isabella

P.S. Curious where we all went? I have made a list down below!

Dinner first night: Beachclub Zazú

Lunch second day: TKO Tacos

Party 1: Ushuaia

Party 2: Pacha

Lunch third day: Beachclub Elements

Dinner third day: Golden Buddha

Party 3: UNVRS

Coffee fourth day: Mui Mía Café

Lunch fourth day: Bagels & Co