At this time of year I’m secretly welcoming those dark winter nights when I can curl up with a magazine at the fireplace wrapped in a Hermès blanket without feeling I’m missing a gazillion glossy events. The island pace slows down gradually and after the shebang of the closing parties it drops to a steady [...]

My favourite places for dinner on the white isle…  1. Km5 – cosmopolitan atmoshere and the best beef   It’s a great experience all-round and a visit to this glamorous place always puts me in a party mood. The intimate restaurant boasts the best Argentinian beef – grilled on an open fire – as well [...]

Just for you… my top 5 beach eateries on the white isle… 1. Es Torrent – the best fish on the island One of the best kept secrets in Ibiza, this is a seafood lover’s wet dream!  You pre-order your fish or paella as you book ahead for a table – a must. Grilled sea [...]

Summer is finally here! The heat descended on the island last week like a giant hot wrap spa treatment – now there’s no respite until the first rain sometime in September… During the winter we’ve been fixing up a guest house some distance from the house – I received a letter from my mother saying [...]

Time goes like Franz Klammer!  Jesús is already three months old and Nanny is still on maternity leave – dinners have been very experimental since Juan Tomás took over kitchen duties… and I don’t mean in a Heston Blumenthal way. Hence I’m quite relieved to leave for our ski trip with Mr Ibiza’s business partner, [...]

Since my visit to “Master & Servant” I have been secretly suspecting that Mr. Ibiza is up to something – is he having an affair? I hate to admit this but I actually went through his drawers the other day and guess what I found? Waxing strips! Since when does my husband wax?? This year [...]

Jeff and Danny are still with us, fortunately not causing further mishaps. Still gritting my teeth from the Ibis saga – in the end I was forced to repurchase Don Johnson’s pink suit at the flea market for a considerable sum, and to top it off the studded Jimmy Choo for Ugg I was wearing [...]

I never ever thought I would say this but I’m happy to have my winter life back. The island is so beautiful now; green and verdant. Each month a new flower is in vogue – right now everywhere is purple. And no more party invitations every night. Phew! Having all this free time I decide [...]

Remember my friend Patty? Well, please allow me to recount la pièce de résistance… That night dinner consists of roasted tomatoes followed by solomillo with stir-fried potatoes and panna cotta for pudding. The kids are tucking in and even Bill is sneaking mouthfuls of food when Patty is not looking. She herself is enjoying a [...]

Thank God it’s October… The summer was long, sizzling hot and suitably decadent – more of which later, I promise! But there’s only so much even a platform-shod party girl can take. Amnesia is closed, Privilege is closed, I’m closed. Basta! But for now please indulge me as I have a moan – maybe I’m [...]

It’s funny how good things can come out of dreadful situations – after my disastrous unparking experience in the school, I now have a couple of girlfriends! This was definitely what my life was lacking; some girly bonding. After the accident, Monica, the glamorous Spanish mother, came up and offered her assistance. While cleaning my [...]

It’s been nice to have Mr Ibiza back.  And I must admit all the pain in preparation of his arrival has paid off…  walking is still a challenge!  It’s great to have Nanny back too – she’s over the worst of the nausea and has returned to the kitchen – everyone is very relieved!  Victor [...]

It’s a lovely Saturday morning, the family is gathered at the breakfast table with the exception of Mr Ibiza… but he’s arriving on Monday… which is why drastic measures are called for – I’m booked in for my first ever colonic (OK, OK I know they’re so last decade but Stefan has convinced me they’re [...]

The DHL parcel with the black box inside arrives just in time – only it isn’t black anymore; obviously white is the new black – my favourite shop is always a step ahead.  As always, I get that “fimbling feeling” when presented with goodies wrapped in rustling silk paper…  There it is – my sand [...]

Although Barcelona was lovely and very romantic, it’s nice to be back home.  Some financial market hick up means Mr Ibiza hops on a plane and goes back to the city – oh well, it was nice while it lasted… It strikes me that I’ve been neglecting the children of late and so I decide [...]

My experience at the offices of the resident plastic surgeon in the Hospital of Ibiza is not a good one.  Mr Ibiza, my broken nose and I walk through the door and are greeted by an elegant but odd looking secretary with the face of a 30-something and the hands of someone quite a bit [...]

Lately things have been a little crazy… My gym incident lands me in hospital with a broken nose and a black eye to boot. A nurse puts an ice-pack on my face, gives me a bunch of pills to ease the pain and tells me to come back the next day to see a specialist. [...]

This week after tormenting myself with fantasies of Oliver, his business card burning a hole in my pocket, I finally make up my mind not to call him. To distract myself and in the interest of  altruism – especially targeting Mr Ibiza here – I take up membership of the hippest gym on the island, [...]

This week has been full of the joys of dog ownership. After the stresses of air travel, a new home and all this fresh air, our two pedigree afghan dogs have finally adjusted to their new life style. One morning, I am interrupted while browsing www.thesartorialist.com by Cleopatra’s howling. “The doggies are all sicky!” I [...]

What a week! The day after we arrive on the island Mr Ibiza gets a phone call and urgently has to return to the city. For days I call to check if our shipment of winter clothes has arrived and every time the answer is “Mañana, mañana.” … and I thought that was just a [...]

I should already have known something isn’t quite right as we board for sunny Ibiza. My family and I make quite an impression. Do people recognize me or is it just our great sense of style? As we get off the plane and on to the tarmac there is a definite chill in the air. [...]