Helene Dancer
Writer, journalist, filmmaker

Disappear here


Ibiza's little sister, Formentera, is having a moment

Girls in elaborate eye make-up and boys in vests sculpting finely tuned bodies ply Ibiza Town’s harbour front. Above the pastiche of whitewashed buildings and stone ramparts preside billboards advertising the plethora of clubs for which this particular island in the Balearic Sea has become famous. It’s May and the party season hasn’t officially started yet, but already there’s a buzz in the air — the thrum of the parties that have already started and the promise of those to come.

We stroll along the waterfront, just behind our ravers, towards the glittering sea, but rather than join them on their hunt for the next party, we’re going to let our hair down in a different way. We’re getting on a ferry out of Ibiza and away from its spirit of hedonism to an exclusive destination that does chilling out on its own terms.

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