“My love, Ibiza will be the last refuge on earth and there we will meet again in 2021”, wrote my beloved Nostradamus 600 years ago.

One can often see more clearly in the fog and it takes a special elixir to travel trough time. The circles of light around Es Vedra and magnetic forces led me to Es Cubells, where pirates used to meet and at Mare de Déu del Carme, I immediately recognized Nostradamus as if no time had passed.

There was a wonderful fragrance in the air there, as can only be found on Ibiza. It smelled of the sunrise, white lilies and dancing all night, marijuana and a fresh breeze.
I kissed his smile in eternity.