The first time I came to Ibiza, it was not it for me. Ten summers ago, I left convinced I’d never come back. But after a trip to Mallorca, curiosity pulled me back—I rented a scooter, started exploring every hidden cala, dirt road, and quiet towns. That’s when the island started revealing itself. Years later, visiting with Ty and meeting more locals, I finally began to understand the energy here—the part you don’t see online. It’s the layers, the rhythm, the people. Fast forward to this year: after the shock of the fires back home, Ibiza was the only place I could picture us landing. And somehow, it’s worked out. Life here with a baby, 20+ friends, a husband painting, and work happening late at night is... a lot. But it’s also been therapy, chaos, and magic all rolled into one. So if you’re ever on the edge of running away, starting over or maybe you don’t have the a choice and it’s happening for you: maybe do it. Sometimes the place you think you’ll never return to ends up being exactly where you’re meant to stay ☀️ tagging more favs for your next trip to the island xx thank you @avaisak and friends for capturing the memories xx