J was pretty excited because we heard there was a castle thereabouts, but that's not exactly true. What you do get see is a walled city and the Catedral - not too shabby. Interesting bit of information: the city was established in 7th century B.C. Craziness!
Anyway, we stuffed ourselves at the amazing breakfast buffet and headed into town. It was a short 15 minute walk to Dalt Vila, and we were in the city.
Because the high season had ended, a lot of the shops were shut and J and I spent most of our time roaming through the mostly deserted streets.
We could see the Catedral and the walls high above us, and we started the slow and winding way up.
I wasn't quite sure how to get there, but I figured we were fine so long as we were on a steady incline. And there were inclines. Lots of them. And stray cats. Lots of them. Words for the wise: the stones are slippery and the slope is steep so definitely wear your walking shoes!
Every time I thought we had reached the top, we came across another slope to climb.
Although it was a tiring walk uphill, we saw lots of interesting sights along the way. I was enamored with Ibiza's charming doors - they're quite small and have a small window in the middle with a metal grill covering the glass.
We finally reached the top, and the view and the breeze made it completely worth it.
We also got to take a quick look at the Catedral, which happened to be shut. Boo.
After enjoying the view for a bit, we decided to head back down into town for some lunch. It was only after we made it out of the walled city that we discovered that we had entered it from the rear. The front entrance was fine as front entrances go, but it wasn't one of those knock your socks off kind of entrances.
We were pretty hungry so we quickly grabbed a table at the pizza place right by the entrance of the walled city, even though I was wary of eating "tourist food." I was really surprised when I took a bite of my pizza - it was delicious! J and I happily munched away on our food as we watched the open air market in front of us. Because it was no longer the high season, there weren't that many people about.
After lunch, there wasn't much left for us to do since most of the shops were shut so we decided to head back to the hotel. We didn't need to be at the airport for another hour or so, so J and I decided to chill out in the hotel's library. I chilled and read magazines while J took a cat-nap.
Soon, we were off to the airport and on our flight back to London.
Turning thirty doesn't seem so bad when you get to do it in Ibiza. =)
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