Cala Saona in Formentera (c) Avistu
When one discovers that they are separated less than 4 km away, one realizes that the contrast is simply brutal. Aside a beautiful island with macro discos, after hours and legions of addicts to techno swarming through coves, beaches and streets. On the other, a beautiful island, with cliffs, Italians, Germans and bicycles enjoying its coves, beaches and streets. On one side Ibiza, on the other Formentera.
It is not that Ibiza is an industrial estate where companies have been replaced by nightclubs: it has beautiful beaches, a respectable wine production and leisure options, without chunda chunda, for all. But if the quiet corners of Ibiza you love them, Formentera, so close and so far, you can fall in love.
Love cannot be reached with the modernity, speed and haste of the plane. To love, to Formentera, can only be reached by sea, because it is the only way of communication with Ibiza and the Peninsula (in summer time).
From Ibiza several companies offer transportation to the port of La Savina, and among them I got on a Trasmapi boat to make a journey of less than half an hour with a swell that hit me to my seat and altered my stomach.
Ferri Ibiza to Formentera de Trasmapi (c) Avistu
My stomach calmed down as soon as, after a short drive, we reached the main urban center, although it has less than 3,000 inhabitants, on the island, Sant Francesc (San Francisco). The capital of a relaxed island is a town where even purchases are made slowly and there are almost more chairs on the terraces than people to sit on them.
Protected with a cap from the inclement sun of the end of October (yes, end of October) the walk through the main streets ended up taking me in front of the Church of San Francisco, with a facade whiter than snow, although its side retains the exposed stone. It is an 18th-century building that has perfectly mimicked the surroundings and has no aspirations inside.
Walking through Sant Francesc de Formentera (c) Avistu