Balearic CalmAt Nobu Hotel Ibiza Bay
From my bedroom, where touches of gold and azure reflect the sand and sea of the Balearic coast below, I watch the water’s changing shades through the glass balcony and, for a moment, all borders dissolve.
At Nobu Ibiza, the hotel’s sandy hued interiors seem to flow into the beckoning Mediterranean itself. From the lobby, wooden floorboards sweep towards the infinity pool; a warm orange from the dipping sun, its glassy surface extends seamlessly to the subtle border between sea and sky. Beyond, yachts bob with the tide on Talamanca Bay. From my bedroom, where touches of gold and azure reflect the sand and sea of the Balearic coast below, I watch the water’s changing shades through the glass balcony and, for a moment, all borders dissolve.
Downstairs, the aromas of Nobu restaurant’s Japanese and Peruvian fusion cuisine diffuse through the space, and outside, the tables of Chambao – Nobu’s take on a traditional Spanish chiringuito bar – are arranged beneath palms, on sand still faintly warm from the afternoon’s heat. Past a low, whitewashed wall, the waves play out their tireless rhythm.
I settle here for a while and sip chilled Campari Spritz; my legs feel the satisfying fatigue of earlier activity. This afternoon, I explored Dalt Vila, the old town of Vila d’Eivissa – the Catalan name for Ibiza Town. Between rows of peach coloured houses, I walked steadily up steep cobbles, the sound of flamenco guitar drifting from a Juliet balcony above. Finally I approached Ses Taules Gate, embedded in the old city wall and slanted like a vast sundial. Perched on the hilltop, the bell tower of the fortress-like Catedral rose nobly above the roofs of the town.
I sit still, reading the waves. The music from the poolside bar shifts a notch and tables inside Nobu begin to fill. I am in no rush. I am happy simply to watch as the red glow disappears from the bay and twilight leaves a turquoise iridescence in the water.