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| My bike for the day |
I know this post is supposed to be about Ibiza, but I just had to share: Salzburg is gorgeous right now. Yesterday was cold and rainy but today the sun came out and it stayed in the 70s with clear blue skies until the sun went down. I'm writing this on my balcony with the last little glow of light in the sky (it's 9:40!) and one of my neighbors is playing opera very very quietly. It's amazing. It's times like these that I never want to leave.
Fleur's come and gone, and I have finished my last week of school and have begun cleaning and packing. I cannot believe it's gone so fast! But enough of this nostalgia. First: Ibiza!
Fleur and I had decided from day one that we needed to see more of the island. So we rented bikes from this cute little place called Mammoth and took them along the coast. We biked for what seemed life forever, but it turns out we didn't even make it a quarter of the way around the island. Ibiza is much bigger than we expected! Still, though we didn't cover as much distance as expected, we saw some incredible sights. It wasn't that warm, nor was it very sunny, so it was perfect for a bike ride. We headed south west down the coast, through tourist ghost-towns, until we reached a gorgeous little cove. There we stopped for a little while, read and rested, had a cocktail, and found about 20 dead jellyfish washed up on the beach. Though we did not swim - there were live jellyfish all over the place and it was fairly chilly - I did get my toes wet. I could hear Mona's voice in my head telling me it was a sin to go to the beach and not get in the water!
After our brief pause, Fleur and I continued down the coast. Finally, as if the cove wasn't beautiful enough, we came to the dramatic coastline I'd been waiting for. There we took another break, waded in the water, skipped stones, and I played baseball with a stick and a stone.
When we were doing playing on the beach we decided to head back for dinner. We took the hilly inland trail which was much faster than retracing our steps along the coast, and the last quarter was completely downhill. Ibiza's landscape is gorgeous and full of almond trees, which we wouldn't have gotten to see otherwise. Biking was definitely a good decision.
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| Fleur and her bike |
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| Fleur lost her shoe on the slimy rock |
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| View from the cove |
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| Someone's old abandoned keys hanging on this brightly colored thing by the water |
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| I tried to make Fleur model but she's not terribly good at following instructions. Granted, the instructions I gave her were: "just be more normal". |
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| My model shot |
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| Cocktails |
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| This picture is in here because the sign says 'Es Stop' which is how the Spanish say stop. |
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| The gorgeous water that we found |
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| All of the rocks were sandstone like this |
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| Excited to have found paradise. |
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| She's excited too, you just can't tell |
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| Fleur and I waded in the water to get from one part of the beach to the other |
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| There were some cool rocks |
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| This kid was absolutely adorable |
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| Footprints |
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| My view from the sand |
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| I played in the sand. Photo courtesy of Fleur |
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| Fleur played with the stick |
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| ...and then she played in the sand too |
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| And skipped some rocks |
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| I played baseball until I snapped the stick in half. Photo courtesy of Fleur |
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| More rocks |
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| Biking back |
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| Reading on the balcony - a perfect end to the day! |
The next day Fleur and I took a taxi to the far side of the island to find a gorgeous sandy beach. Most of Ibiza (or at least the parts that we saw) is made up of little inlets, so my dream of a gorgeous beach wasn't going to come true unless we took some form of transportation to the other side of the island. So that is exactly what we did, and we stayed all day (protected by my SPF 50 of course) until it started to rain.
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| Running down to the beach. Photo courtesy of Fleur |
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| Enjoying my book on the beach. See, Papa? It's your copy of Pillars of the Earth. Photo courtesy of Fleur |
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| One of the only long sandy beaches on Ibiza. |
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| Self portrait. It looks like I have a mohawk. Oh well. |
