colloquium

Woke up a little bit clueless as to what I want to do today, so I took a taxi to Cala Bassa. I still have to figure out what a ‘cala’ is and how it is different from a ‘playa’ but in Ibiza terms it seems to be a beach with actual sand. My taxi driver tried to explain it but between my broken Spanish and her broken English we settled on a smile.

For the second time I had a woman taxi driver. She says that there are a couple of woman drivers on Ibiza, although only 2 or so drive at night. She is not very concerned about security. She says more often than not the people are either drunk or fall asleep in the taxi. I must admit that everyone seems to be very friendly and polite and I haven’t seen any aggravated persons except for a girl at Privilege who was screaming and shouting as if possessed. But she was escorted away in no uncertain terms.

None of the taxis or any cars I’ve seen are automatic. I always presumed that automatic cars are way more popular abroad. She, the taxi driver, explained that automatic cars are so much more expensive and more prone to problems.

Cala Bassa was cool. The Mediterranean is more cold and salty than I expected. Even the swimming pool here is pretty cold.

It was around 12:00 and the sun was potent. But I was armed with my bottle of suntan lotion indicating factor 30 on the outside. But from what I’ve put in there over the years, I think it averages out to about factor 23.4. The water is clean and clear and the fish were swimming around casually. I took a couple of pictures trying to avoid all the topless women – not knowing how they would react and not keen to find out. After all, there are way cooler postcards.

Finally got the bus schedule right and came back on Linea 7. Afternoon nap, swimming pool, bath. Then I set out to find decent paella. Found paella and a pretty decadent walnut and chocolate ice cream at this place down the street.

I love my street.

I contemplated whether I should go see a movie in Ibiza Town or not. District 9 is showing and it would have been interesting to see the Spanish version. I also considered going to Amnesia tonight to see Paul van Dyk. But I think that would have been an anticlimax. I came to see Tiësto at Privilege. I don’t want that memory to fade. And frankly, this trip tripled in price last Friday when I needed to buy new air tickets.

And now I’m treated by a crying girl on TV who seems to have been kicked out of the Spanish Big Brother house. But watching some of the clips I know exactly what Craig would have called her. A couple of very unflattering 4 letter words and one 5 letter one, basically all synonyms.

I should tell Eric. I’ve found a solution to our problem.