|My grandmother's old villa near Port des Torrent|
Ibiza is a quirky, quixotic place with a slippery identity. As an island, it has entertained all sorts of visitors from the Carthaginians in 654 B.C. to Arab crusaders, the Catalans and tourists in subsequent centuries. Around the time my grandmother discovered it, Ibiza had become a fixture on the hippy trail, providing a refuge for artists and non-conformists who wished to exchange the material world for pine trees and turquoise sea. (Quite a few hippies still live around San Joan and sell their handicrafts at two weekly hippy markets.)
|Es Vedra at Cala D'Hort|
'Home' to the sirens that lured Ulysses from his ship
in Homer's Odyssey
The homecoming tour
After a hiatus of four years, it felt strange and exhilarating to be back. Even weirder, we were staying in a neighbouring villa that overlooked the old casa. The aspect was familiar and yet wholly different. It was also tinged with sadness, because my grandmother, first minister of fun and the lynchpin of our Ibiza experience, was no longer around, though we visited her in her final resting place, alongside my grandfather, at San Augustine cemetery.
|Ibiza's highest point, Sa Talaia|
More recently the island has become the playground of the rich. The prices in the restaurants have increased dramatically, the beaches are more crowded and there are even traffic jams to contend with - shock, horror! So, another era begins and this time it's my turn to be the memory-maker, to work the old Ibiza magic for my children. ¡Hasta luego isla blanca!
For more pictures of Ibiza, see my Instagram feed.
A Sister for Margot by Emma Clark Lam
My novel about a family that takes root on the island of Ibiza. Illicit love, self-discovery and a shameful secret are just some of the ingredients in this family saga.