September has already started. Can you believe it?

On Ibiza it seems like we’re still in the midst of Summer as the hot sun leaves more than enough traces of stickiness and sweat on my skin. The sun is shining in full strength. September is still a very popular month as I can see from Cala Tarida’s bustling beach.

Lately I go for a walk in the mornings to enjoy some fresh air before it warms up. I love walking in the hills only by myself, or together with my friend, and pass by some nice casas de payés, grape trees and end up having great views at the little d’Espartar islands. The other day I was alone, it was already warming up, and all of a sudden I saw a very interesting old ruin. I decided to go in to take some pictures (luckily this time I had my phone with me..). It must be a very old house with multiple rooms, at least what’s left of it. If these walls could talk… What would I hear? A lost home.. lost history. Who lived here? A family? When? I think at least a century ago. I would love to know. On the island you see more ruins like this. When you look at the stones, the way it was built, you see it’s historical. This ruined fortress.. I wish there is anyone who could tell me more about it. Somebody made a fire in the ruin. Two burnt mattresses is the only furniture in the room that must have been the living space.

When I was standing on a sort of platform in front of the lost home, and looked at the sea in the distance and the surrounded trees, suddenly some wooden stairs appeared in my vision. It goes all down to…. ughh.. nowhere! These stairs must have been built not long ago. The wood it’s made of is really beautiful and it must have been quite some work to build it all the way down. Not to mention the costs of those stairs! What’s the meaning of this? It doesn’t lead to a certain destiny like a house or something. Is there perhaps a hidden spot?

To complete this quite mystical morning two wild Podencos (Ibizan dogs) were wandering around in the area. The dogs were walking around in their mysterious ways, like Podencos do. Without a sound these slender, agile animals were looking at me and then glided through the landscape until they vanished in the bushes. I heard the sound of cicadas, birds, dogs and chickens. Funny.. I could never have imagined that this citygirl has grown into a woman of the country.

“You see, you are not educated to be alone. Do you ever go out for a walk by yourself? It is very important to go out alone, to sit under a tree – not with a book, not with a companion (not with a phone! 😉 red.), but by yourself – and observe the falling of a leaf, hear the lapping of the water, the fishermen’s song, watch the flight of a bird, and of your own thoughts as they chase each other across the space of your mind. If you are able to be alone and watch these things then you will discover extraordinary riches which no government can tax, no human agency can corrupt and which can never be destroyed.” 

Truthful words by Indian philosopher Jiddu Krishnamurti.

Feliz Sabado!

Xx E.