Ibiza day one done and dusted. It wasn’t long before I’d ticked off a few quintessential Ibiza moments – tapas, limoncello, sundowner goblets of ‘gintonic’ and checking in to Tropicana Ibiza Coast Suites.
First stop, straight to the centre of the island to the pretty town of Santa Gertrudis. I’ve always stayed around San Antonio in the past, so this was a massive breath of fresh air. Cute boutiques, friendly local restaurants, organic supermarkets… no billboards, advertising or franchises in sight!
Lunch at Musset Cafe followed by some browsing at Es Coucons boutique and I was starting to settle in nicely.
If you’re visiting the White Isle, it’d be a sin not to stay at Tropicana Ibiza (you can find the best hotels in Ibiza here). The place is seriously kitsch and it’s just cool enough to not make you feel out of place like the vibe so many hipster spots can give off. It’s proper club tropicana (except the drinks aren’t free), everything is pink, the suites are named after cocktails (we stayed in Mojito) and the mini bars are Smeg. Floating pineapples in the pool, flamingos everywhere, an old jukebox in the lobby and that famous retro Tropicana sign set the scene.
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that Tropicana Ibiza could even convince my Tropical Popical friend Andrea back in Ireland, who vehemently detests Ibiza to return. It’s pretty bloody epic!
Fresh fruit, yoghurt and granola washed down with detox water and mimosas just to balance things out sitting in the morning sun under the infamous Ibiza flight path watching the regular stream of revellers jetting on and off the island, I couldn’t help but think I was exactly where I needed to be.
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