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Foam Beach

On July 11, 2012, Ivan, Charisse, Noelle and I had breakfast in the hotel before heading out on a taxi to the old town.

We got sandwiches at a restaurant, but I didn’t eat much of my anchovy and tuna mix sandwich since my stomach wasn’t feeling so good.

We got the boat to Formentera.  Ivan and Noelle rented scooters. 


Charisse forgot to bring her drivers license, so she couldn’t rent one.  It was Noelle’s first time riding the scooter – so she practiced driving the scooter alone and then with Charisse.  She let Charisse drive the scooter but it was Charisses first time also and she crashed it – so we all decided maybe getting a scooter for Noelle and Charisse wasn’t the best idea so they returned the scotter, telling a little white lie that of ‘course we didn’t crash it – we are seasoned scooter drivers!’

Ivan thought they should rent a quad bike instead since it’s a lot easier to drive.  We had to wait a few minutes to get it.

Then, we were off to Mitjorn beach.  The part we stopped at was El Arenal.   It was such a beautiful beach, and this picture does NOT do it justice!


The waves were a little rough.  The weather was quite warm, so it was great swimming in the water.

Ivan was told by the rental company that helmets were optional.  So, Ivan and I didn’t wear our helmets.  Ivan drove the scooter with Charisse on the back.  I drove the quad with Noelle and Lil Dave behind me.  We started headed to another beach.  We saw cops pull over Ivan and then pull me over.  The two dirty cops told us that we weren’t wearing our helmets, which we knew allready…I think he thought he was a genius cop or something for pointing out the BLIMMIN OBVIOUS!.  He asked for Ivan and my drivers license.  Ivan didn’t have his.  I showed him mine.  He said I needed an International driver’s license.  He said Ivan’s would have been fine.  He wanted to fine us 320 Euros for not wearing helmets and for the driver’s license issue.  We thought this was ridiculous.  The cops were really mean.  Ivan said we didn’t have any money on us (a lie).  The cop said you can pull some out from the ATM.  He said that we’ve pulled out our limit from our ATM cards (another lie-oh boy, there goes our express pass into heaven!).  They just wanted our money to put in their own pockets.  Ivan told him that we were staying in San Antonio…..which was the truth, but he would have said that regardless of what the truth had been as San Antonio was quite far from where we were standing with the cops at that moment. 

The cops took my drivers license and took forever filling out paperwork.  It was like they were writing their life memoirs. They asked for our scooter and quad bike contracts.  They called a tow truck to get the scooter and quad bike.  It was taking forever.  It was quite hot out.  Thank goodness Noelle had some water left.  Ivan said this was the helmet and International Driver’s License scam where the dirty cops try to scare tourists.  They end up paying them on the spot.  They gave us our 3 tickets and my license back.  They told us we’d have to go to the police office and pay the fine in order to get the bikes back. That we definitely weren’t intending on doing. But we made it sound like going to the police station with the money was right at the top of our ‘things to do while in Formentera’ list!

30 minutes later, the tow truck came and put the scooter and the quad bike onto the truck.  The cops left and didn’t say anything else.  In the USA, the cops would have given us a ride at least. 

We put our our thumbs and tried to hitch a ride with no luck.  A few minutes passed and a cab passed by.  We hopped into the cab and got a ride to the port.

We didn’t go to the bike places as its not very likely they would have welcomed us with open arms, seeing as their bikes were currently at the police station!  We walked with our heads down and headed to a ferry boat. Ha Ha – we escaped!

The boat took us back and then we walked to Dalt Vila which is the Old Town of Ibiza.  We walked around Dalt Vila and saw a guy floating.  It was amazing since it looked like he was floating.  But, Ivan figured it out and filled us out on the secret. 


Do you know how it’s done?  They could have hid the way they did it better. 

Dalt Vila is really pretty with white buildings, plants hanging and colored doors.


We headed to the fortress that has cannons and beautiful views of the city.


Inside the fortress there’s restaurants and hotels.  We looked around to find a good place to eat.  Ivan thought La Aceituna looked nice.  It was a cute restaurant with lots of tapas on the menu.  Ivan and I shared the goats cheese with walnuts and honey on toast, apple & cheese salad and smoked sardines.  Lil Dave got a banana and cheese salad and bananas and honey on toast.

It was time to head back to hotel for a long nap.  Ivan and I used the internet and worked on the blog.  Then, we took a short nap.

Ivan, Noelle, Charisse and I headed out at 1:40 am.  Ivan got the tickets for Amnesia.  We sat down at a bar at Ibiza Rocks and drank caipirinhas. 

There’s a free bus headed to Amnesia, but we didn’t see it coming.  Cabs were stopping near Es Paradis – so we waited for a cab there.

The cab took us to Amnesia.  We were going to Espuma – the one and only foam party.  The club has two rooms.  There was La Troya which is the gay event in the main room and Espuma in the other room.  We stayed in the main room and danced with the gay people.  There was a fashion show with guys dressed in dresses and girls in interesting outfits.  I wanted to see Boy George, but he still wasn’t on. 

At 4 am, we went to the other room for the foam party.  There’s a huge dance floor.  Ivan and I have been to this event before, so I knew how much form there is.  It’s way too much for me since I’m really short.  The foam is soapy and stings your eyes.  My throat has been hurting, so I didn’t think getting foam all over me would help my throat.  Ivan and Noelle were on the dance floor while Charisse and I chilled on a side stage which is raised from the dance floor.  They kept teasing the audience on the dance floor by blowing cold air.  The music was pretty good. 

We saw somebody up above and it was Paris Hilton.  She was dancing among the sexy dancers up on one of the balconies.  She was wearing a flower headband and a long blue and white flowy dress.  Ivan thought she looked really drunk.  She kept taking weird pictures of people in the crowd.  She even grabbed people’s hands in the audience.  I saw her lay down on the floor and put her hands out to the crowd. 

Finally at 6 am, the foam started coming down – so much was coming down.  It filled the dance floor.  At one point, it was over Ivan’s head.  Noelle had her goggles on, so I think that helped out. 

It’s funny how people don’t know how much foam comes out and they don’t put their bags in the cloak room.  I saw a few people put their bags and purses in a speaker.  It was still getting soaked with water, since the foam comes from the balconies above.  If you’ve never been to a foam party this is the one to go to.  It’s crazy and lots of fun!

We stored our bags in the cloak room.  Everybody dried themselves off.  Ivan and Noelle changed their clothes.  I didn’t have to since I didn’t really get much foam on me.

I bought a cool fan in the Amnesia store.  They have really cool fans there.  I bought one two years ago since my friend told me I HAD to get one.  I bought a gold and red one – although, I think the one I bought before was much nicer.

We got a taxi back to the hotel.

Ivan packed everything up while I took a nap.  My throat was killing me.  I caught whatever Ivan got the day before. That’s the price I pay I guess for being married to such an amazing fantastic guy! (Ivan wrote this late sentence).

Espuma Photo Credit

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