Hard Work with Expectations 🏰

| Ibiza here we come |

DAY 4 | Started the journey to Ibiza from Madrid at 10:30.

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Landed in Ibiza at 14:00. Met up with our concierge who guided us up to the appartment through the white and turkoise paradise (Se movie). I can imagine the difference of puls from the welcome committee in summertime than the silence and tranquility that surrounded us this afternoon. But I liked it. The cLosed blinds was a bit sad… made it feel like a hospital :). Needed to change this feeling.

Expectations and expectations… Sometimes feelings are hard to control. They just bubble up and you feel cheated. When looking at pictures in AirBnB the appartment looks SUUUUPER bright with a great balcony, and a big large terrasse with an overview over the sea for everyone. Well, this was not the case, it was on the first floor. The terrace was closed for the winter, and this was not mentioned before renting. Of course the landlord had everything right on their side, but still, we feelt cheated. PLUS it was really cold in the appartment (at the time).

ALWAYS REMEMBER TO ASK IF THERE IS HEATING IN IBIZA WHEN YOU VISIT OFFSEASON – AND CHECK ALL YOUR PRIORITIES IN THE LEASE.

Lot´s of energy and sadness was wasted.

Talking with our concierge Elionora – she scared me A L O T ! I mean, the planning of this offseason trip.. checking if there was busses to transport around the island, bikes to rent, possibility to shop food, if there was people left on the island, where they where, where it was empty, any open restaurants, temperature… well, there was some questions I needed to find out before takeoff.

HARD TO RENT BIKES. ONLY TWO VILLAGES WITH PEOPLE. A LONG WAY TO SHOP FOOD – YOU NEED TO RENT A CAR. BLA BLA BLA/S.

HJÄLP!!! This is not a great beginning…. What have I done?!! And I have also dragged Anne-Lee with me on the trip. Pew! My body did not feel to happy, even if my mind tried to convince me otherwise.

To change the mood we grabbed our joggingshoes, jacket (cold wheather), and went to Ibiza town, as we learned was called Eivissa at Ibiza.

Ok – 1-0 to my mind. There was people in town, eating in open restaurants. I could relax on this subject. The place of living showed to be right. First we had concidered living in Caja Talida – wonderful summerplace with a beautiful restaurant called The Cotton Club. But this place was closed in the winter, therefore we changed our mind in the last minute. To change the mood we grabbed our joggingshoes, jacket (cold wheather), and went to Ibiza town, as we learned was called Eivissa at Ibiza.

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