My friend had a pool party for her birthday. I was excited as a kid getting invited to a.. well, pool party! They’re the best – you get to drink sugary drinks, run around with your friends, and swim in the pool.
The problem was the weather – it wasn’t cooperating. To say it was a bit overcast would be an understatement. It was yucky. However, we all turned up in our Ibiza chic swimwear, determined to wait it out.
The villa was right on the ocean, looking out over the waves thrashing against the cliffs below.
As the caterers rushed to assemble a tent before the next gusts of rain, I went for a wander around the craggy bluffs of Es Canar.
I love the sea. I love being close to it, breathing in the salty ocean spray, smelling the briny sulphuric tang of the surf.
It was a perfect spot to sit and be surrounded by the energy of the water. I’ve been reading a book called The Sea Inside, which considers our relationship to the oceans, their islands, and the life and creatures within them.
On the way back to the party, we stumbled upon an abandoned swimming pool from some long out of business resort. The building was crumbling, but the pool water was pristine electric blue with not a speck of debris in it.
We drifted back to the villa where music was playing and people were starting to party.
The sun had finally showed up to the party – better late than never.
People got into the spirit, carousing in the sunshine.
We all clambered up onto the roof to get closer to the rays.
Some even sang opera music.
And hugged it out.
It quickly turned into a festive scene that went way into the evening.
But I’ll leave off here…
With two birds of a feather, ready to party!