There I was on the island of Ibeza which sits off the coast of Valencia, Spain. Ibeza was known world-wide as one of the most notable party locations in the world. It was the rave scene before the rave scene existed. I spent my summer days walking the streets of Ibeza. It was a town that never slept. It was a party that never stopped. The entire place was a long and wild trip that didn’t seem to have an end. She was a mysterious affair with a woman you will never see again. That was the Ibeza I remember. I regret only the nights that I can not remember and the moments that were so wild they slipped through my lucid memory. The Ibeza of my youth was an enchanting and intoxicating wine that wine that does not seem to be made any more. That was my fond Ibeza.

With all memories worth remembering, there is a girl. Her name was Simona. She spoke very little. She danced the night away every night. She moved like champagne being gently swirled around inside a glass. Her eyes were wild. Her hair like fire. Her passion was even more like fire. It was a fire that consumed us together night after night. Some I remember and some were too much to remember. That was my Ibeza and Simona. I never saw her after Ibeza. She disappeared from my world and only seems to live in my memories. Occasionally, I will smell her perfume as if she merely around the next corner, but she is no where to be found.

We met at the Cafe Del Mar. It was the cafe of the sea. The last time I saw her was there. I walked away from the dance floor. I never saw her again. I have walked back to that same dance floor over and over again. I still smell her scent, but she is no where to be found. One day we will meet again, but until then, I still remember the Ibeza of my youth.