This was the first place in Ibiza that matched the Ibiza in my mind. I remember pulling into the dusty parking lot after a windy drive, making our curious way down the hot concrete path towards sunshine-y Balearic tunes, finally getting that first glimpse of the shocking turquoise cove below. It's one of few times scenery has literally made me gasp.
Amante is a groovy beach bar carved into a cliff with an unfettered view of that great bowl of blue, perhaps the most inviting swimming hole in the world. Short of a banner with our names on it, my husband and I could not have felt more welcomed by the smiling Spanish bartenders framed in pale, raw wood and the disco remix of Stone Roses' Waterfall. Our hand-crafted cocktails were as fresh and bursting as salads and my toast with tuna, roasted red pepper and olive oil was the best thing that hit my palate all week.
After lunch, we snorkeled in the clearest, bluest sea and in that moment, officially fell for Ibiza. It took 5 days, but she had made her way onto the short list of places we travel again and again. Amante, see you in June.