The addresses on no guide — because they don’t need to be.
There are two Ibizas. The one in the guides — impeccable, documented, photographed from every angle. And the one that residents live — more discreet, harder to find, and infinitely more real. Fifteen years I have lived on this island. There are addresses I don’t give to everyone. Not out of withholding — out of respect.
The table you can’t book alone
No website. No Instagram. A phone number that doesn’t always answer — in Ibizan or fast Spanish. A farmhouse between San Lorenzo and Sant Joan. The menu changes with what the garden has given. No more than twelve guests per evening. Our concierge has the number.
The Tuesday morning cove
I don’t name it here. Reachable only on foot from a track Google Maps doesn’t recognise, or by boat if you know where to anchor. Clear water, white rocks, silence. Tuesday mornings in July, there is still space. Our concierge can take you there.
The market that isn’t Las Dalias
Las Dalias is beautiful. Which is why it’s full. The market I tell my clients about takes place on Saturday mornings in a village I also won’t name here. Ibizan artisans working in silver, leather, linen. Cheeses from the island’s centre. A woman who has been making fresh juices from a blue-tiled counter for twenty years. You go there among residents. No signs in English.
What goes into the route book
Every client receives a personalised route book on arrival. Not a printed generic guide — a document made for them, with their addresses, their times, their contacts. The places above are in it, according to the stay and the person.