North of Ibiza town outside Cala Llonga there is a little cove in Sol d’en Serra. Above it sits the coolest, most laid-back spot to recover from a long weekend of partying – Amante Beach Club.
It’s a restaurant, it’s a bar, it’s a beachy clubhouse. The type of place you could spend all day – literally.
Walk through the lounge, past the terrace and out onto the weathered steps down to the bar. Beyond the railing, is a tidy little red-beach where sun loungers can be rented for 20€ per day; it’s best to call ahead and reserve them in advance because they go quickly.
I scrambled down the sand-weathered steps as quickly as my espadrilles would carry me!
I wiggled down in my sun lounger, unpacked my beachbag, and happily waited for drinks to be brought to us while soaking up the intermittent patches of sun.
It wasn’t long laying there listening to the lullaby of waves crashing on the cobbled shore before I nodded off for a mid-morning kip.
After stirring from my beauty sleep, we tottered down to the beach for a swim in the sea.
Eddie plunged right in, and paddled confidently out into the blue waters of the cove.
But I was too intimidated by the squishy heaps of sea kelp and the rocky shore to follow suit.
Plus, I wanted to stay dry for lunch.
We piled around the table, and it was clear who had the better seats.
But the boys perked up when the food arrived…
… Although they had to protectively guard their Iberian ham croquettes from our trespassing hands sneaking in to swipe one.
To make it up to them, we shared our desserts – fluffy whipped citrus cheesecake, and a decadent chocolate ganache.
We ordered a round of espresso martinis and carried on into the evening laughing and talking.
Until eventually it was so dark we struggled to see eachother across the table!
When the moon appeared, we crawled into a taxi and headed out into the Ibiza night.