In 2020, one Here editor and self-proclaimed “young grandma” plans to get her groove back on the sunny shores of Spain’s party island. This week’s travel crush is Ibiza, Spain.
It’s good to get out of your comfort zone every once in a while—working in the travel industry, doing things that scare us (see: tasting new foods, navigating other countries, bumbling through foreign languages, etc.) is at the core of what we do. I can be a Nervous Nelly in my day-to-day life, but travel always allows me to let loose and kiss my anxieties goodbye.
In the Here office, I constantly refer to myself as Young Grandma—the one who, despite being in my early 20s, loves to go home, drink a glass of wine, read a book, and start snoring by 9 p.m. even on a Friday night. But with the new year rapidly approaching—and in fact, the turn of the decade—I want to start doing more things out of my comfort zone again.
In 2020, I think it’s about time that grandma got her groove back.
I’ve seen Spain before, and plenty of it: the art and culture of Madrid, the beaches of Barcelona, and even the medieval streets of tiny Toledo. But, to celebrate the next iteration of the Roaring 20s, the Spanish city I have my eye on is the country’s party capital.
Ah, Ibiza—you make me feel young (er—or at least my actual age) again.
Hotels As High-Key or Low-Key As You Need
Ibiza’s hotels are great because you can go for something bustling or something laid-back and end up happy either way. My top picks: THB Los Molinos, a seafront hotel in the heart of Ibiza Town; the ultra-high-end Hacienda Na Xamena, which sits on a dramatic cliffside and looks well worth blowing a fortune on; or small, palace-like Ca Na Xica, a boutique hotel and spa in the northern countryside.
A Romantic Fling With Fish Croquettes
Whomever I choose for my Ibiza fling isn’t nearly as important as the romantic island meal we share before we fly home and never speak again. We’ll meet at Amante, a restaurant overlooking the sea, to indulge in specialty cocktails, savory fish croquettes, Spanish squid ink risotto, and fresh cheesecake with passion fruit. Before the end of the night, I’ll probably be more infatuated with my meal than with whoever’s sitting across from me, but that’s simply part of the drama of youth.
Party Like It’s 1999 (And Recover Like It’s 2000)
What happens in Ibiza, stays in Ibiza—this is my adventure’s mantra. Legendary nightclubs like Amnesia, Privilege, the world’s largest club (which can occupy 10,000 partiers at once), and all-day beach bashes at open-air venues like Ushuaïa obviously make the list.
But every party capital has a soft side, and once I’m all tuckered out (likely around 24 hours into the trip—old habits die hard), I’ll vintage shop at one of the island’s many hippy markets, check out the eclectic art at seaside gallery La Nave Salinas, or book a ferry to nearby Formentera for a restorative day trip.