trip's start SFO -> MSP MSP -> KEF KEF -> LHR LHR -> VAL VAL -> IBZ Our Finca Cala Benirràs Omi Marga's Car Casa Puerto Allegre Cala Xarraca Sant Joan de Labritja Cala Benirràs II Santa Gertrudis de Fruteria Santa Eulària des Riu 2005 Ibiza: Danny's House Café ECO Fruits & Veggies Sant Antoni de Portmany Cana Joana Eivissa Cuidad Cala s'illot des Rencli Kaddish Paella Eivissa Cuidad II Benirrás Drumming Platges de Portinax island drive 2005 Ibiza: Platges de Portinax II El Pato Restaurant IBZ -> BCN BCN -> LHR to Iceland...
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2005 Ibiza: Cala Benirràs
Saturday 24 September 2005, continued
Cala Benirràs is known the world over as the magical drumming beach. All year 'round, but especially during the summer months, every Friday evening the hippies come from all over the island to spend an evening drumming, smoking, chatting, and groovin'.
Today we're just enjoying the warm weather and great water of the Benirràs cove.
Isaac packed two or three bathing suits, but Lila must have had at least a half-dozen.
Here's Rose, supervising the kids while I take photos from the little tienda that sells bocadillos (sandwiches; actually more like panini).
I'm in foodie heaven: a supremely satisfying caffe con leche y un agua con gas. As you might know, I like my coffee, but I've never been able to figure out the exact way of getting the same taste. I think it's the local water.
What would a few minutes as a beach bum be without a self-portrait?
Rose, decompressing. That's the tienda in the background.
Damn camera decided to focus on the tienda instead of the happy couple. Grrrrrr.
On the way back, in the late afternoon, we head to Daniel's place. Omi Marga leads the kids on a hunt around the house, looking for the gifts she'd brought from Münster.
The pile, neatly laid out, is discovered. Omi finds the right gift for the right kid at the right time.
Ziggy and Isaac are checking out the balloons on Isaac's gift; Ziggy's getting the one wrapped in clear crackely plastic.
Then we backtrack, almost all the way to Cala Benirrás, to get to XYZZY restaurant. It took a long time for everything to happen. Every time we thought we were ready someone discovered they weren't, or the waiter wasn't, or the kids weren't.
Then it took a long time for the food to arrive. I won the "best meal" contest: the chef's Moroccan, and his lamb tangine was pretty damn good. I should have insisted on getting some of his special Sunday cous cous, but evidently they don't mix the two, even though they're such a good match.
Tomorrow it's Cala Xarraca and Theresa's Birthday.
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