With our fifth Christmas on Ibiza I have discovered coziness has just a different meaning here. You see it in the Ibizan streets, the shops, the restaurants, the houses: the tacky white and blue lights are cold and red lights are flickering like you are at a fair ground. The Spanish residents don’t seem to bother as long as they’re eating and drinking with their families and friends.
Seeing us back then, I realize not any of us, including myself, had aspirations to make the world a better place or were supporting a cause beyond ourselves. We were so busy with our own lives and what we wanted for the future: well paid jobs, a nice house and a fat car, preferably with an attractive dude with a great sense of humor.