Our last night in Ibiza we decided to go to Cafe del Mar, a hot spot in Ibiza and recommended by my friend Michael Anthony.
At Cafe del Mar, we experienced the most emotional [yes, we’re sissies] sunset ever. We got lucky and were able to sit on a table right at the edge of the pier with nothing but rocks, water, and a beautiful sunset. We ordered a jarra of sangria, and relaxed! We had the opportunity to finally sit and reflect about our trip … in the background, we were listening to Cafe del Mar’s resident deejay Valentin Huedo’s mix of latin house lounge beats [one of my favorite genres]. Continue reading “Our beautiful sunset”
Formentera, España … paradise on earth. An island that is part of the Balearic Islands autonomous community, 12 miles long and 4 miles south of Ibiza. It has the most beautiful beaches I’ve seen on this earth, more than BVI, Puerto Rico, Cancun, Punta Cana, Bahamas, Colombia, Belize, etc. The water is crystal clear with a many shades of blue, the sand soft, and the life style relaxed. Continue reading “Our future retirement home – Formentera”
So our friend Bobo, most of you know him as Carlos [the guy that married us], recommended we meet up with a friend of his in Madrid, Ursula. We emailed her and unfortunately she was not going to be in Madrid because she was going to Ibiza … we were sad … but only for a second. We looked into flights to Ibiza with our British Airways miles and found two round trip tickets for 18,000 miles and $76 in taxes! We’re going to Ibiza!!! Continue reading “Ibiza – Party and beaches”
Landing in Barajas and taking money out of the Banco Popular ATM, I fondly remembered my time in Madrid back in 2003. We got on the metro with the familiar voice that states “proxima estacion – sol, correspondencia con linea __ y __.” We got off at Plaza de Espana and located our hostel just a few meters away. Too bad it was 7:30 am…so we had to drop off our bags in the kitchen and not return until check-in at 2 pm. So we decided to be tourists for the day, walking around the Palacio Real, Plaza Mayor, Sol, and Principe Pio.
Continue reading “Jamon in Madrid”
Business class … what a difference it makes. In the short flights and low-end airplanes you can’t really notice, but when you fly transatlantic you get treated like royalty. As soon as you walk in they offer you the newspaper of the day, any magazine you want, and some champagne. Continue reading “Business class travel”