Platja de ses Figueretes — Attraction in Ibiza

The beach is home. Surrounded by waves I feel uneasy, but right at the shore, where the breakers hit the sand, I’m at peace. Here the waves are seldom capricious—soaring wintertime gale-driven breakers, or the smooth early-autumn laps more reminiscent of an inland pond.  The waves hit the sand like exhalations-sometimes panting, sometimes the quiet puffs of a sleepy giant.

I know this beach. I’ve met other beaches and even become friends with them, but I know this one like a brother. Even the irritating squeak of the sand becomes comforting in its familiarity. I once walked a beach where the sand was like mud. We didn’t get along. Here it’s so fine the grains rush over each other in their frenzy to flee the path of your feet—bringing to mind childhood chalkboard nail dragging. But it’s a small price to pay for a perfect hammock, and a free exfoliation to boot.

Water here is clear and cool, or warm and silty. But it never stings your eyes with salt. The breezes that come in off the lake are invigorating in their freshness. It’s almost as if someone wished for paradise: soft sand, azure waves, and no bite of brine to mar the Eden.

For many people, sea and beach are synonymous, but no matter how many calendars try to convince me otherwise, I’ll always think first of the shores of Mediterranean...

The man running the sunbeds made me feel threatened as a young woman on her own. I perched down on a sunbed so to organise my belongings (and pull out a beach towel to lay on the beach with) when a man wearing a t-shirt stating 'beach security' immediately appeared and demabded 36 euros to sit on the sunbed. By that point I had my beach towel out and laid it on the sand between the two rows of sunbeds (in the only available space left on the beach) with fair distance between each row. I was then informed by the man that I had to move and after enquiring whether sitting anywhere on this whole section of beach was to be charged for, he confirmed. I moved the towel to the furthest point from the sunbeds, but was unable to move it further due to there being no more space on the beach. At this point, the man went over to a lifeguard and began pointing at me, causing me to become distressed due to the man's continuous and pushy manner. The lifeguard then informed the man that I was permitted to be on the sand, which upset me further as it became obvious this man was intentionally trying to exploit my being a young woman on her own into charging me when it was not chargeable. I remained cautious the rest of my (very short) time on the beach due to this man's highly pushy and borderline...

This place is located insed of Ibiza town. I would say its an alright place and if your looking for a quite place. If not Platja den bossa is just a short walk from there where it is crowded with loud noises coming from all the super clubs of the island. Also cearfull with the sales men on the beach as they will try to sell u a towel or drink for triple its worth, so don t be shy feel free to bargin with them as long as u have the exact amount on u because they won t give u change back. Happened to my...