We’ve made a deal with my Parisian BFFs. We meet up once a year for a few days. No partners, no children, no husbands allowed. And each time in a place that none of us has ever been to. It all started as a way to celebrate our 40th, and of course spend quality (read laughing!) time together. First, it was Tangiers, then Sassi di Matera. We went to Antwerp last year but I never got to write about it. And this year it was the tiny island of Formentera, near Ibiza, where hedonism reigns. Our three days went a bit like this:
START THE DAY at Can Rafalet, the cafe with the prettiest terrace overlooking the bay of Es Calo. The menu is nothing crazy but they cover the basics perfectly well: fresh squeezed OJ, toasts with all sorts of savoury toppings such as tortilla (Spanish omelet), ham or plain tomatoes. There’s also a local specialty of a round cake with icing sugar on top which is a hit. The old fisherman’s huts make for the charming view but the prize goes to the incredibly blue waters in front of you. Rafalet is also a small hotel. I have a feeling that some of the rooms must have a killer view.