OOTDs, Travel

ibiza iii

“Every person needs to take one day away. A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future. Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence. Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.” ― Maya Angelou

Because my wife has never recovered from our not so good experience in Aparthotel Nerieda, I have decided to write a review about it, including her comments.

The Hotel

We are both satisfied with the room assigned to us. It is small but it has everything. The kitchen is complete from utensils to plates and other kitchen needs. There are two TV sets, one in the living room and the other one is in the bedroom. And most of all, there are two balconies – the thing that delighted us the most actually!


Their housekeeping service is BAD. Actually, terrible. I had so much wine and cocktails on our third day that I kinda made a BIG mess in the bathroom that night. We asked for a housekeeping service, phoned them and switched the door sign into green, which means we freakin’ need to have our room cleaned, like right away. I have travelled so much in my entire adulthood, checked in too many hotels but I have never been a demanding guest. I always have respect for people who perform blue collar jobs. But that day, with the situation of our bathroom, it terribly asks for a serious attention. Unfortunately, our room was left untouched almost half day of waiting, despite of calling their reception. Worst was, after waiting for so long, our room was just slightly fixed when we get back. We got clean sheets but the bathroom? I wanted to cry when I could still smell and see the trails of the wine and the dinner that I had from the other day – in its super digested form. Eww! Yeah, I know it’s gross but it’s the cleaner’s job to put things in order and tidy up what needs to be cleaned inside the hotel no matter how gross it is, right? Well, really, they have super lazy hotel keepers. They also don’t know how to polish floors because I can tell that whoever cleaned our room only made one stroke of mopping. It was obvious with the mop mark – one big print from a mop that was possibly not washed well.

Food & Drinks

It was fun because we had unlimited food for every meal included in our package. What’s not funny was the food itself! We were served the same effin dish every day. I’m a little OC at the same time I have sensitive tummy so I am very particular with the food I eat. I can tell if the dish has been just reheated and how many times it has been reheated and – reinvented. It’s easy. For example, with the eggs. They usually serve half cooked eggs and I am not so into it. The next day, I was so happy because there’s one well done egg in the tray! Only to realise later on, that it’s probably one of the few leftovers from the other day’s menu. Some of the dishes were also reinvented. They didn’t even bother to change the way the meat was chopped. The only food that I enjoyed so much was the paella (one to blame why I was throwing up so hard that night) and the dishes serve during our last day, see below:



The unlimited drinks and ice cream were the perks I have truly enjoyed. So much that I was puking all my internal organs out for two days. LOL. The bar was our favourite place. Not just because of the alcohol drinks but because of the kind and very accommodating bartenders. Kuya, the oldest bartender in the group was the friendliest and funniest. He even made a special shooter for us and have it served to our table, while the older Ate was so nice she doesn’t want us to be tired from going back and forth ordering our drinks but instead she goes to our table and asks for our request.

The Beach

As someone who was born and raised in a tropical island, of course, nothing beats our white beaches in the Philippines. The sea water in Ibiza looks dangerously beautiful that you will get scared to dip into it. I never bothered to touch it for even just quick seconds. The surface is too rocky, which I think it’s what made the place a little interesting and more photo-shoot worthy. But not really the beach that’s perfect for swimming or even simply dipping (for someone who doesn’t know how to swim like me). Plus, it was so cold and windy I can’t even dare to bare so much skin for a longer period  of time outside. I was brave enough to handle the cold weather when the photos below were shot.









Thanks to the unlimited alcohol for warming me up all the time during our stay in Ibiza! 🙂

I’m not sure if it’s because I have a bit of Spanish blood running in my veins that I feel good about the people in Ibiza or it’s plainly because Spanish people are really nice and friendly. Our history in PH doesn’t agree though because of how Spaniards caused so much suffering to our fellowmen in the past. My mom also used to tell me how cruel her Spanish grandmother, the reason why she left her despite of giving her good life away from her mom, who kind of abandoned her, which leaves a bad impression in my head about Spanish people.

Anyways, before I could gossip more about my mom’s very interesting past, let me tell you how much I love the grafitti we happen to stumbled upon in the streets of Ibiza. I love the hipster vibe of grafitti, unfortunately, my outfit was not too hippie at all.









Most of all, I love how we can sneak in to some private property around Ibiza to take photos!



Outfit details:

Forever 21 headband

Wifey’s sunnies

Forever 21 knitted sleeveless coat

H&M cropped top

Thrifted shorts

Casio watch

Nike SB sneakers

Boho bag bought in Ibiza



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