16 casa de campo's later...

We've now seen a whole 16 flats and houses of various types in our hunt for a place in Ibiza for the summer. It has not been for nothing (despite the fact that we're still homeless), cause I've really enjoyed seeing some of the places (some incredibly dire, some too small this or too little that or too much those and others yet with too bumpy a camino - which is a small dirt road, the island is full of them). The most memorable one was a little, largely hand-built Alice-in-Wonderland kind of house, lovingly built over the years by a self-confessed hippie called Jose (he lived in a camper-van a little way down the road). We met up with Jose at a coffee shop in Sta Gertrudes and he addresses me in Swedish... turns out he lived in Sweden for 16 years in the 70s (I even took a pic of his old Swedish driver's license that he was still carrying with him - note that he's got the same birthday as me!). We ended up spending several hours with Jose, and even though we didn't rent his house (turns out it wasn't actually available for the whole summer anyway... Ibiza! *sigh*), I walked away with some great stories of him demonstrating outside of the Spanish embassy with Stieg Larsen (yes the Girl with a Dragon Tattoo one), when he went to see Jimi Hendrix with a mere 300 other people etc etc. I really think he wanted to meet up just to practice his Swedish and reminisce. Also, one of the takeaways is that James now know the phrase; "Ta't lungt", cause Jose's old Swedish girlfriend used to want to go to Smaland and "ta det lugnt" in the weekends. The phrase is obviously already getting somewhat overused since its not exactly my strongest of traits.