A Love Letter to Ibiza
(and that random Ibiza Facebook group that brought a new soul sister into my world)
My time in Ibiza was full of chill vibes — beach naps, wandering small towns, the hippie market, and of course… dancing. I came post–high season, ready to soak in the island’s slowness while still scratching that travel itch that always wakes up in a new place.
I didn’t really know why I was being called to Ibiza, but the intuitive pull was strong. So I listened. I arrived completely open — a few saved pins, no real plans, just excitement for whatever magic would unfold.
A few weeks before the trip, I joined a Facebook group called “Ibiza Spiritual Community,” and somehow crossed paths with the woman who would become my Irish soul sister. Neither of us remembers exactly how we started messaging or which post connected us. We only knew we’d be on the island at the same time — her from Ireland, me from the U.S. A few casual DMs about meeting up, and that was that.
After I landed, we reconnected and decided to meet the next morning to explore Old Town. What began as simple messages turned into a heartwarming, soul-filling friendship. We slipped into what she calls “DMC’s” - deep meaningful conversations and those trippy time vortexes where you’re so present, everything else disappears.
And I know the reason we connected so deeply, so quickly: we both came open.
No masks.
No pretenses.
Just two women showing up authentically in our truth, our fullness, our humanness - holding space with genuine curiosity and acceptance for the soul in front of us.
That, I think, is why the friendship blossomed so effortlessly.
How do you show up when meeting someone new?
Every time we hung out (which ended up being every day), the same magic happened. I love when a friendship just clicks — easy, authentic, open, real, loving. From markets to dance floors, beaches to dinner dates, from uncontrollable laughter to a few tears, she became my partner in crime all week long.
And while I didn’t know why Ibiza was calling me before I went, I realize now that I didn’t need to know. I trust Spirit to lead. Part of the reason was her — the connection, the joy, the synchronicities — all arriving right before my solo travel chapter really began.
So here’s to Facebook (but mostly Spirit) for bringing us together, and for beginning my trip with so much sweetness, meaning, laughter, and a spark of creative energy I didn’t even realize I needed reignited.
xx,
anayat