Some thoughts about living 3 years on Ibiza

I am sitting on my terrace in the humid heat while writing this, a gentle breeze is doing its best to cool me down every now and then, but to no avail.
I hear water splashing and kids screaming. It’s summer time. And it’s that time of the year when I arrived on Ibiza. It’s been exactly 3 years since my move.
I try to recall what was going on in my head when I packed my stuff into my car and started driving South West. Well, whatever it was, I am sure I wouldn’t have imagined to still be here, 3 years later, living in a house close to the beach with a beautiful, loving man, running my own Yoga and massage business. But here I am.

Arriving during summer was definitely a smart thing to do. I was thrown right into the craziness of the busy time of the year without knowing beforehand how peaceful and lovely the winters are.
Some people say, you can only experience the “real” Ibiza in winter. But I disagree. Summer is not less real than winter. It’s just different. And because it’s that crazy and busy in summer we can actually afford and enjoy such a quiet and beautiful winter. It needs both, it’s all about balance.
Of course I enjoy empty beaches more than crowded ones but if I go early enough there is no one else around and when it gets busy I leave.

So far every summer and every winter has been a completely different experience for me. The first summer was about arriving and making the decision to really be here, not just physically and with my car and some of my stuff, but really BE HERE.
I met new people, I spread my roots and I discovered the island.
The first winter was about teaching Yoga and I eventually found a place to stay longterm. I started to feel “at home” and stopped to avoid getting more stuff (because more stuff would make it more difficult to move again).
The next year was about gaining more experience, learning Spanish, getting settled, it was about networking, building my website and so on.
Just before last summer I started my business, I got Spanish license plates for my car and I officially became a resident of Ibiza. It was a crazily busy summer and even though I loved it, it was also exhausting. I wanted a more balanced life, not being overworked in summer and underworked in winters, but finding a nice balance between the two.
(Yes, I know that this is just how life is on Ibiza for many people, but I knew that I needed and wanted more balance for myself).
By the end of the summer I met my partner and we moved into a lovely house in the countryside (those days I wished I hadn’t stopped to avoid getting more stuff).
I stumbled into more teaching jobs that go on throughout the whole year, I am teaching some retreats and more and more ideas and projects are happening which allows a much more balanced life.

In summery, life was and continues to be exciting and different. Not everything is the way I wanted it to be but I learned to take life as it comes. Life just happens and it’s up to us how we respond to it. If we meet it with resistance, it will be difficult and draining.
If we take it for what it is and move on, we can continue to go with the flow. There is always something to learn, and if we do, we learn to appreciate the struggles and even more so the times of ease. And I know how blessed I am to be able to call Ibiza my home…