Narrative Essay on Trip to Ibiza

Introduction

Ibiza Island is a place everyone in my neighborhood will talk about. At some point I taught I had missed an opportunity of a lifetime not having my holiday on this wonderful island in the coastal parts of Spain. I had to make a decision, a decision of not being behind every time my friends talk about new places they have visited. I was going to travel Ibiza and enjoy the imagined adventure and have a story to tell my friends and family members who had not set their eyes on this wonderful highland.

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As soon as arrived at shores of Ibiza, I was hit by some warmed. The feeling was amazing I could feel the change of weather. I had to travel by bus as soon as I got out of the plane I had board from my home country. I had booked the hotel prior to the day of travel. As soon as I stepped out of the bus, I walked towards a taxi, and a taxi man took my suitcases and threw them into the back of the vehicle. The person paid much attention as I described the location of the hotel I was going to stay in. the taxi man seemed too serious, but I decided not make it my business I got into the vehicle, and we left for the hotel.

I arrived at my destination; the place appeared presentable and classy. The hotel seemed to be a cozy place as it was described on their website. Yes as it was described the beach was just in front of me with crystal clear water and the white sand. 'What a perfect paradise'? I said to myself. Boats were all over the beach with individuals screaming holding to their boats trying their best not to fall off the speeding boats. This was so much noise than this for this perfect silent beach could take. I had to pick my belongings, and head to the hotel's reception as the taxi vanished from the place. I was welcomed warmly, and after I was allocated a room, I was taken around for a little orientation to familiarize myself with the hotel.

After the orientation, I got back to my room and did some freshening, changed my clothing and went out to do some exploring. As I soon as I set my feet on the sand on the shore, three men appeared in front of me. The men a little obese and one could conclude that they have been having a bad diet of feeding on some junk food. Two of the three men tried to get my attention by blocking my way. I tried finding my way between them and kept walking more swiftly in a different direction with the aim of losing track with them. After walking for some distance along the beautiful beach, I turned back only to see the three bullies harassing some other individual.

At that moment there were few individuals having fun on the beach. Some couples were sunbathing with a great smile on their faces as a show of the great feeling of being in Ibiza beaches. The homemade banana boats were speeding all over making the loudest noise with their engines. The loud noise from these engines was so loud as if they were on a mission to make the deaf hear again. From the look on their faces smile was all over, like they really enjoyed their job. I really loved this, and I did not mind the noise as it could be interesting to cruise around in warm weather for a livelihood. One of the boats picked up a group of five people and sped off to where it came from and it seems interesting.

As I went along the sandy beach, I noticed there was a small presentable bar at a raised ground on the end side. It was a nice quiet place to have a cold drink and some lunch. Some waitress watched me as I approached the bar from the beach. I got to the bar, and as I sat down, she got behind me with a smile asking me what I would like to have as she did the recording them down on her notepad. The lady was very polite, and her English was quite good despite her being from a Spanish-spoken country. It was interesting listening to her as I enjoyed having my meal and drink.

It was getting late in the evening, and I thought it best to go out to have a little bit of nightlife around the beach. I tried finding a place, but unfortunately, there was nothing around the hotel at all. As the night fall, the resort was closed, and it went silent and boring. As I gave up the search, I noticed there was a nice restaurant that was open with some loud music on the open air. Their service was good, and the people there were very friendly, and I had the best cocktail of my life.

As I silently took my meal as I sip my meal, I realized the place was among the best things I had experienced on the island of Ibiza. All I could hear is the cool breeze from the sea and the creeping sea. At this moment there were no noisy boats to spoil the cool music and the peace of that night. Out of the blues came the bin men. I wondered what on earth will the bin men want at eleven in the night in a restaurant; I got a little bit confused how the local government could call the bin men into service at night. They looked odd and with their dirty looking face and overall yellow clothes. The bin men wheeled every bin that they could find around towards their truck.

It was a closing time as soon as the bin men concluded their business. I left for my room in the hotel as I slowly enjoy the breeze and the sound of the sea. It was very soothing feeling walking along the beach. Despite the resort being boring like watching Cleopatra, it was very soothing and relaxing. My choice of the resort might have been wrong, but this is not really what one will expect when you have a trip to Ibiza.