Beyond the clubs and sunset trips, Shoshana Goldberg found that Ibiza is also the new luxury haven of Europe
Teenagers writhing around in Sunlight liquid (otherwise known as ‘ foam parties’), while a DJ bangs out some tjoons … and you bang some dodgy guy.
Nobu Hotels opened its irst Ibiza outpost last year, and Six Sense has its irst property planned for 2020. That’s proof enough that the White Isle is quickly becoming the Balearic’s answer to Monaco – just with smaller yachts and fewer white tuxedos. Don’t I need to be a certi ied ‘raver’ to even board a plane to Ibiza? Yes, the clubs are still there – but so, too, are boutique hotels and retreats packed with the sort of clientele who look like they just stepped out of a J Crew catalogue. But what is there to do if you don’t do Day- Glo? We spent mornings at Cala d’Hort, a picturesque beach spot on the opposite side of the island to San Antonio. First, stop at its perfectly Instagrammable jetty El Carmen, then have lunch at the beachside restaurant – which just happens to serve the best paella on the island. Fact. From there, head to Ibiza’s Old Town for quaint village-y vibes, street music and boutiques of Dalt Vila. We stayed for dinner with the locals at Comidas Bar San Juan – cheap as chips and utterly delicious. And if I’m going to pick one spot to Instagram? The beautiful people (check out their fancy wheels in the parking lot as you walk in) book tables at La Torre, high up on a cliff, just in time to watch the sun set. The deep orange and scarlet skyscapes from this spot on the west side of the island are mesmerising – and it serves great tapas, a perfect burger and glasses of Rioja as big as the moon. (Well, not quite … but you get the idea.) What if I don’t want to stay in a ‘party’ hotel? For some peace and quiet, book into Can Lluc, a chic family-run hotel surrounded by vineyards and pine forests. Open all year (many places in Ibiza close during the European winter months), this is where footballers and Spanish politicians come when they want to chill out with no security guards in tow. After breakfast on the terrace, set up camp in the shade of a four-poster beach bed beside the pool. Treat yourself to a glass of sparkling Cava and keep the bottle on ice – for your pretend Premier League boyfriend, of course.