I joined the donation based ‘Short and Sweet’ (there’s tea and homemade cake at the end) two hour long walk from Isla Blanca in the north of the island on an overcast Wednesday morning. I caught up with tour leader Sheila from Walking Ibiza, who is founder Toby’s mother, at the meeting point and she introduced me to some of the other walkers, some new and some regulars. Toby started organising tours after walking the entire coast of the island in 11 days with just €1 relying on generous donations of food and drink from locals and now runs tours around the island and shorter trips on a regular basis.
A day bed is the ultimate in beachside indulgence. They’re 100% totally unnecessary and I’ve had some of my best sunny snoozes lying on a beach towel in the sand, but sometimes you just need to throw money at a situation for all out luxury.
I’d never heard that Beach Boys song before, I didn’t even know where Aruba was or that it was a Dutch island, nor was I aware of the language or currency but I found myself flying about eight thousand kilometres to get here (via Amsterdam and Curaçao) and I’m glad I did. “Aruba, Jamaica, ooh I wanna take ya.”
Me and my notions decided to pack up and head off to the French Alps for a bit of R&R, or yoga and hiking actually, last week and I can safely say it’s the first time I’ve come back from a trip feeling better than when I left. I’d already been on a multi activity yoga trip with Yoganic Moves (well, if watching the crew sail the 99ft gullet yacht is classed as an activity) in Turkey earlier this year so when instructor Annick invited me to go yoga and hiking in the French Alps, it was a no brainer. You know the usual saying, “you’d need another holiday to get over it”? Well I got a bit sick of feeling worse-off after a supposed “break”, so I decided a bit of fresh air, outdoor activities and healthy eating were exactly what I needed.
I’ve grounded myself for the month of August, this is officially a no-fly zone. July’s boozy trips to Bordeaux and Croatia left me feeling rather, shall we say…fragile. While I’m not about to give up those kind of getaways, I think in the name of balance, it’ll do me good to do something a little more relaxing and health-focussed. You might remember my yoga sailing holiday in Turkey with Yoganic Moves back in May (you can read my feature on independent.ie) and I’ve been lucky enough to nab an invite to Annick’s next yoga holiday. Next stop: French Alps.
I’ve just come back from spending a week sailing on a gorgeous traditional Turkish wooden gullet yacht on the Aegean Sea and I honestly felt weird being back on land! It doesn’t take much getting used to, even for scaredy cats like me and I’ve already booked my next sailing trip to Croatia next month…I can’t get enough. So what are the reasons why you should have your next holiday on a boat?