There is a sense of repetition to the rhythm of the island of Ibiza. A historical site, to be sure, with a fantastic barrage of cultures coming through, some come to stay, some trying to take over, some passing through to somewhere else. History is a repetition, a series of subtle and obvious repetitions, and when we participate in history, we become the repetition, which is to say, we are participating all the time, and Ibiza is a repetition. It comes and goes in memory, but it’s a visitor for sure, once you’ve visited, she comes and goes in the memory, and in memory she rises and falls like an island. Ibiza is an island in geography and metaphor, and history has seen many Ibizas in the same spot where you are reading this.
Like all the places in the Balearics, where history’s repetitions sometimes get lost in the rhythms of the night, there is something here to help you remember, but you won’t know what it is until you get here. Come to look, come planning to leave, and come to look anyway, for the best Ibiza restaurants, the best Ibiza hotels, the best Ibiza history, and find out what is here that needs remembering. There are cultures who have passed through in a series of repetitions, see above, looking for things they could never speak of, and sometimes, when the night sky and the morning sky meet each other, and you witness it, because you’ve been out for too long, or just long enough, you might hear the whispers of a Visigoth wondering about the girl with the black hair.
There is something to remember when you’re here, and something that must get forgotten when you leave, and this is why sentimentality is one of history’s longest companions. There is never any proof whether they like or hate each other, and sometimes it’s both at once. But that too is a repetition. The leaving and the forgetting. In the meantime, there are more possibilities for remembering than is possible to ever remember, and all of them require a certain amount of credit, with photographs, and scanners, and monitors, and devices, but the best instrument is the heart, which remembers all the repetitions that are necessary to remember.