It’s a super Sunday in every sense of the world here in Ibiza, there are a few closing parties on and the sun has decided to stick its hat back on after a few days of thunder, lightening and rain! First up for us is Kumharas, the amazing bar/ restaurant at the tip of San Antonio bay. Last years closing party was one f our favourite events of the summer and with the sun high in the sky, today looks promising. It’s very strange driving through San Antonio when it’s quiet, a completely different animal indeed. Tranquillity suits it, that said, the mayhem of the summer is a guilty pleasure of mine. I’m a huge fan of the area, probably due to it being my first holiday abroad without parental supervision, what is it they say, you always remember your first?
Kumharas occupies a huge area and it uses it wisely, splitting it up into bar, restaurant and boutique/ hippy market, with room to spare and the castle turret in the middle overlooking everything. The bar section, complete with thatched roof over the dancefloor and table running down to the edge of the beach is packed, tables are all taken and people are chatting away, getting the first chance to catch up with each other in months. The crowd is much more Spanish than most of the other closing parties, which gives it a real authentic feel, there is a giant paella on the boil and a bucket of sangria for washing it down.
After an amazing performance at last years closing we are glad to see Eva Pacifico in charge of the music as we make our way into the bar. She has an amazing understanding of what to play and when, the beats are cool but not intrusive at this point in the day, chunky Balearic background music of the finest order. Drinks are cheap, the first round at the bar costs less than half we have been paying all summer, this could get messy! There is a real family spirit about Kumharas, owner Miguel is a friendly host who makes a point of going round every table greeting people and thanking them for their support, it’s hard not to enjoy sending time in the place. Families with kids add to the feeling of community, as the dancefloor becomes a play area just for the moment. There are a few colourful Ibiza characters cutting about, clearly having been out for a few days in a row but they are accepted into the fold and their eccentricities are embraced. This is Ibiza after all.
There is a stirring towards the giant Paelle dish, people are starting to form a queue, the food must be ready. As the beats continue, we join the line and wait patiently for our dish. The smell is amazing, if you weren’t hungry at the tie the line began, you certainly would be by the time you got to the front. What could be more Spanish than enjoying a huge portion of Paella, washed down with a tumbler of Sangria, listening to Balearic beats, looking out to sea with the sun blazing down on us. The music volume starts to creep up as the food it cleared away and the bar and the dancefloor take over as the focal points. As the sun disappears this is going to go right off, just as it did last year, unfortunately for us, we ill not be here to see it. Duty calls and we have a few other parties to get to before we call it a night.