Ibiza here, Ibiza there

We were in Barcelona, rain was pouring. In a bar we met Sergi. He lives in Ibiza most of the year, he works there and never gets bored with the island. In a mix of English, French and Catalan, he told us about Ibiza.

Ibiza over here, Ibiza over there, now, wherever you go, you are told that it's like in Ibiza. Any street in Pragua or in Croatia with one or two Clubs becomes the Eastern Ibiza. There are more Ibiza in Morocco or Tunisia, some crappy places in France or Germany call themselves "Ibiza something". As soon as you play two tracks somewhere in a cave with one blinking light, there you are, that's Ibiza! As soon as you throw foam in a bathroom with a DJ so talkative that you hear him more then the music, again, that's Ibiza.

No, Ibiza isn't only clubbing, what's around, beaches, bars, people, atmosphere, light, is very important. There are people arriving in Ibiza on Saturday night, they party all night then sleep on a beach somewhere, they drink all day long and do it again the following night. They catch a plane late in the night and fly back home, all white and puking everywhere. You see them a few hours during the day, stumbling in the streets, they are aggressive and bother people. This is not Ibiza. Ibiza is better then that. But to find it out you need time.