Today is my last day in Ibiza, and it has been a week unlike any other place I've visited. A great sense of serenity has settled within me, and I think that being on this side of the island has been very beneficial. Santa Eulalia del Río is a very peaceful place, yet still frequented by tourists, locals, and passersby, offering a panorama that is quite restorative.
I brought my PC with me since I can work on Ableton 12, writing synthesizer keyboard parts using the Mini Monsta from GForce. Interestingly, I've managed to create quite a lot without having any expectations or feeling sabotaged in any way. I've also written lyrics, with about five pieces structured similarly to ghazals in Sufi music, which allows for the formation of verses and a chorus in an original way. I didn't want to create things that were either too deconstructed or too traditionally structured.
This part of the island has been very beneficial. I traveled by bus to many places, discovering unexpected things. For the first four days, I didn't even use my phone, leading to some errors in routes and schedules, but this ability to let go of such things was important to me. Like in Paris and other places, I saw many people dependent on their phones, but modern life necessitates acceptance of this.
The week didn't pass particularly quickly. Sometimes, I had trouble enjoying my meals, but my long-standing habits helped me find places that offered simple street food and real tapas. I went out quite a bit in the evenings, not in the typical sense but just to have a few beers and experience a sense of grace and trance with the constant sound of the sea and the wind.
Tonight, I visited the church overlooking this part of the town and attended a Mass, which was very different from what I've seen elsewhere, showing that it's possible to see a different side of a place with a particular reputation. Perhaps it's the same with people. I also met a very nice artist but, unfortunately, couldn't attend her concert.
I've continued my study of Sufism, particularly the teachings of Ghazali and Junayd, who are great sages to me. After Buddhism, these teachings provide significant guidance in my life. An anecdote: I've noticed quite a few white hairs, not gray, as if I've been dyed, but it's just the passage of time and all the suffering I've endured since the lockdown and in my previous life. I believe I've started a second life since the lockdown, aiming not to dwell too much on past traumas and problems with others and myself.
A friend told me that I'm a true survivor, considering all I've suffered and experienced. Few can conceive the extent of my suffering; I could have easily departed two or three times, but I'm still here.
I'm planning another two-week trip in August, though the destination will depend on my finances. Here, the bus system has been genuinely helpful, providing a bit of dependency without significant obligations regarding schedules and crowding. This time, I wanted to be in constant contact with people without feeling isolated, as there's no reason for feelings of neglect or rejection. People provide incomparable lessons, even if conflicts and anger arise.
I also visited Formentera; the beach there had an incredible light, and I spent nearly the entire day in the water, reflecting. I feared the "four-day law," where I start thinking ultra-negative thoughts after that period, projecting myself into unparalleled suffering, but it didn't happen this time. I've continued the work I started in Paris on my new album. There are about forty tracks now, and I think I can synthesize everything together.
I'm heading back to Paris, where the Olympics will start in four days, bringing chaos. I've never experienced such an event, and I think problems will arise from all sides, but it doesn't impact me. We'll see how the surrounding world presents opportunities to meet people.
So, I conclude my time in Ibiza. It's a great destination, and I have a few minor regrets, which I might discuss in another blog, but nothing too serious, just existential once again.
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