I’d heard so much about Ibiza. But now that I’m here I don’t get it. I don’t want to watch junior high kids get drunk and x out. Must find where the adults are. … Oh, wait. Here they are in Formentera.
We wandered down the beach and found a cute beach cafe with a great view. We were NOT expecting to hear, “Do you have reservations?” Umm… we’re on the beach. Luckily, they found place for us with the admonishment that we would have to move when the rightful reservers showed up, which they did later. The place had great food and even better cocktails — which they’d need to be at 15-20 euros a pop!