So much anticipation. So much planning. so much research.
Our first trip to Ibiza was finally here. The Mrs, my best friend and his girlfriend. The four of us ready for a week of little sleep.
SATURDAY JUNE 29th
11:35am Miami time. We had prepared our bags the night before. Heck, the Mrs. had been preparing hers for weeks now it seems. 1 Carry-On and 1 small bag each. That's all we would need. We arrived at the airport extra early. The anticipation couldn't make us wait any longer. 2 Hour wait and we finally board the plane to Atlanta. The skies in Miami were a bit overcast, temperature in the 80s (high 20s). Is this really happening?
1:45pm Atlanta Time. We arrive in Atlanta and quickly realize we have a 3 hour layover. The excitement died for a few hours. What do we do? We ate, we walked around. Arrived at the gate extra early. Got up again, walked a bit more. Thousands of people walking around you. After all, Atlana is the busiest airport in the world. People coming back from business trips, going on vacation, returning from vacation, going to visit family. But not us. We were going to Ibiza. 4:30pm came about and we were ready to board our flight to Dusseldorf. Neither of us know any German, but that's mostly all you could hear waiting at the gate. On to the plane we go and next thing we know, we're flying with 9 hours to our destination. What do we do now?!
Sleep. We were able to pass out for part of the trip. It's a long one though. Went to sleep once we passed New York We and woke up over the UK, had breakfast and prepared for landing. We weren't really tired. Granted, we didn't sleep all that well. Delta economy seating isn't terrible, but it's not extremely spacious either.
SUNDAY JUNE 30TH
7:45am Dusseldorf Time. We are in Germany. We still have 2:30 hours till our next flight. What do we do now? We got a diet coke, followed by a Cappuccino. once we had already arrived at our gate. This was easily the longest wait. At least in our minds. We're in Europe, so close, yet so far. The 2:30 hours would prove to be almost unending. Every time you look at yor watch, only 2 minutes have passed. I go to the window and start staring at airplanes land and take off. I see the Delta plane that brought us, take off again back to Atlanta. I think: That'll be us in exactly 1 week. What's going to happen between now and then?"
11:00am Dusseldorf Time. Alright. time to board our next flight. Onto Palma de Mallorca we go! Flying Air Berlin. I hadn't flown Air Berlin before, which I found very nice and comfy. I was tired though. The sleep on the plane to Dusseldorf wasn't great. We knew we were going out the second we arrived in Ibiza. Time for some shut-eye.
1:15pm Palma Time. We arrived in Palma. What a great approach. Seeing the entire island. The turbulence during the last few minutes was easily felt, but I love turbulence, so it was exciting. I was able to sleep most of the flight there. Next thought: I am starving! and we still have 1:30 hours or so till our final leg. We grab a quick baguette sandwich that was actually REALLY good. The time here flies by. We couldn't believe it but we were boarding the last plane, a short hop to Ibiza, also on Air Berlin.
3:30pm Palma Time. We are on the plane. The excitement can hardly be contained at this point. What exactly awaits us in 20 minutes? The entire flight, both f us glued to the window. We leave Palma, and just stare at the open Mediterranean ocean, lookig for land, as if we had been adrift for days. We see something... Could that be it? Nope! Formentera makes its apperance to us. We would have had no idea if it weren't for a 5 year old kid sitting in front of us who says "Mira Mama, es Formentera!" < Look mom, it's Formentera>. Formentera from the sky looks increidbly beautiful. The beaches, the water. Wow.
Just a little bit longer now.
We approach Ibiza, and start seeing the island, the boats, the yatchs.
4:05pm Ibiza time. After 24 hours of flying, in 4 airplanes, through 4 airports.... We've arrived.
We leave the terminal and actually have a coke and a cig right outside the terminal. Kind of as saying "phew... here we are". The palm trees, the little burger shop across the terminal. People eating. It's a beautiful day. Hot, but a bit breezy.
Alright, that was enough. Let's get a taxi, quickly.
Driver, please take us to Ushuaia.
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More to come...
Our first trip to Ibiza was finally here. The Mrs, my best friend and his girlfriend. The four of us ready for a week of little sleep.
SATURDAY JUNE 29th
11:35am Miami time. We had prepared our bags the night before. Heck, the Mrs. had been preparing hers for weeks now it seems. 1 Carry-On and 1 small bag each. That's all we would need. We arrived at the airport extra early. The anticipation couldn't make us wait any longer. 2 Hour wait and we finally board the plane to Atlanta. The skies in Miami were a bit overcast, temperature in the 80s (high 20s). Is this really happening?
1:45pm Atlanta Time. We arrive in Atlanta and quickly realize we have a 3 hour layover. The excitement died for a few hours. What do we do? We ate, we walked around. Arrived at the gate extra early. Got up again, walked a bit more. Thousands of people walking around you. After all, Atlana is the busiest airport in the world. People coming back from business trips, going on vacation, returning from vacation, going to visit family. But not us. We were going to Ibiza. 4:30pm came about and we were ready to board our flight to Dusseldorf. Neither of us know any German, but that's mostly all you could hear waiting at the gate. On to the plane we go and next thing we know, we're flying with 9 hours to our destination. What do we do now?!
Sleep. We were able to pass out for part of the trip. It's a long one though. Went to sleep once we passed New York We and woke up over the UK, had breakfast and prepared for landing. We weren't really tired. Granted, we didn't sleep all that well. Delta economy seating isn't terrible, but it's not extremely spacious either.
SUNDAY JUNE 30TH
7:45am Dusseldorf Time. We are in Germany. We still have 2:30 hours till our next flight. What do we do now? We got a diet coke, followed by a Cappuccino. once we had already arrived at our gate. This was easily the longest wait. At least in our minds. We're in Europe, so close, yet so far. The 2:30 hours would prove to be almost unending. Every time you look at yor watch, only 2 minutes have passed. I go to the window and start staring at airplanes land and take off. I see the Delta plane that brought us, take off again back to Atlanta. I think: That'll be us in exactly 1 week. What's going to happen between now and then?"
11:00am Dusseldorf Time. Alright. time to board our next flight. Onto Palma de Mallorca we go! Flying Air Berlin. I hadn't flown Air Berlin before, which I found very nice and comfy. I was tired though. The sleep on the plane to Dusseldorf wasn't great. We knew we were going out the second we arrived in Ibiza. Time for some shut-eye.
1:15pm Palma Time. We arrived in Palma. What a great approach. Seeing the entire island. The turbulence during the last few minutes was easily felt, but I love turbulence, so it was exciting. I was able to sleep most of the flight there. Next thought: I am starving! and we still have 1:30 hours or so till our final leg. We grab a quick baguette sandwich that was actually REALLY good. The time here flies by. We couldn't believe it but we were boarding the last plane, a short hop to Ibiza, also on Air Berlin.
3:30pm Palma Time. We are on the plane. The excitement can hardly be contained at this point. What exactly awaits us in 20 minutes? The entire flight, both f us glued to the window. We leave Palma, and just stare at the open Mediterranean ocean, lookig for land, as if we had been adrift for days. We see something... Could that be it? Nope! Formentera makes its apperance to us. We would have had no idea if it weren't for a 5 year old kid sitting in front of us who says "Mira Mama, es Formentera!" < Look mom, it's Formentera>. Formentera from the sky looks increidbly beautiful. The beaches, the water. Wow.
Just a little bit longer now.
We approach Ibiza, and start seeing the island, the boats, the yatchs.
4:05pm Ibiza time. After 24 hours of flying, in 4 airplanes, through 4 airports.... We've arrived.
We leave the terminal and actually have a coke and a cig right outside the terminal. Kind of as saying "phew... here we are". The palm trees, the little burger shop across the terminal. People eating. It's a beautiful day. Hot, but a bit breezy.
Alright, that was enough. Let's get a taxi, quickly.
Driver, please take us to Ushuaia.
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More to come...