The road from Ibiza town to San Joan is a mystical vortex; the higher up the island you climb with your tribe the more you feel a slowing of your breath. Next comes the rewiring of your mind, you talk less, listen more and hear the silent sounds of nature. Finally, you begin to emanate a you that’s as languid and leisurely as the sweetest molasses.
Welcome to the North and the heavenly Casa Alia, a five-bedroom enchanted villa sat amongst an emerald green valley of surreal pines that implores you to surrender to its magic. Watch as your little ones create fantastical adventures that you will beg to join in on with your newly found sense of abandon. Splash or be splashed in the curvy pool and roam freely, barefoot in the expansive lush gardens, trimmed to perfection with olive, lemon and almond trees. All around the island radiates its’ glistening rays lovingly encasing the villa in a carnival of light. The tall Palms cast a tropical silhouette while the sun, which comes up over the mountains in the morning, descends like theatrical curtains behind the forest. Inside the interiors are love letters to the house from its owners, filled with antique and vintage finds from Ibiza. Lightwood has been crafted by hand into noble bed heads; tables and heavy heavenly doors keeping you all cocooned when inside. Moroccan lights cast a kaleidoscope of colours throughout and natural fabrics abound. All is sublime and elevated here at Casa Alia, your very own private bolt hole, a space for you to take time out of your high-speed life and connect deeply and with joy to your loved ones again.
