Today the house has more than 1,000 square meters of living space.
When she came to Ibiza, she was young, quite and unconventional, but above all - hungry for life. Oh, she sure had already had disappointments, but probably everyone who at some point, decides to build a second life and home next to his house and only return when it is necessary has.
Ibiza was a pretty unnoticed island in the early 1970s. The third-largest island in the Spanish autonomous region of the Balearic Islands in the western Mediterranean. But what did that mean? Ibiza only appeared marginally in the history books.
In 1936, during the Spanish Civil War, the Republican troops from Barcelona landed in Ibiza. A militarily unexcited, not worth mentioning action, because they did not encounter resistance. There was simply no one there who could have fought back.
In 1937 the German armoured ship "Deutschland" was bombed and damaged off Ibiza, but only damaged. The fact is: Outside of Spain, nobody was interested in the rocky island, and even the government in Madrid didn't have the island on their radar.
That was probably the reason why hippies from all over the world found the island so attractive. Woodstock was long gone, but the hippie movement lived on on Ibiza. The island was considered a peaceful paradise, and everyone wanted to have been there once – at least briefly
For our mother, Ibiza had always been a retreat. So it is no wonder that she began building her house by doing up one of the watchtowers that the Ibizencos used to look for pirates in the 17th century. Pirates always good for a robbery or two on any passer by. A tower from which you could see the sea and recognize strangers early on, next to it a tiny house: a living room, three bedrooms, a kitchen, in the middle a patio, in which grew a pine tree that provided shade in the summer. So it started ... ….and it went on: The Ibicencos had a very modern idea of architecture hundreds of years ago. They created modules made of lime and stone, which were simply expanded for young families. The roofs are all flat, and accessible – an ideal place to spend the hot summer nights. The night sky over Ibiza is a spectacle and our most formative childhood memories include the nights when we were allowed to sleep on the roof, were told stories and would then fell asleep looking for constellations.
It was an exciting childhood. Yes, there was a school, but from the first to the fourth grade everyone was sitting in one room and you had to bring your own table and chair.
Whenever my mother wanted to go to San José for shopping, we wrote it off for the day, because the eight-kilometre route was like a test route for off-roaders and not so easy to drive. Especially not with a small Seat 500 that barely touched the path or bumped across the littered stones sized fist to football, drifted into sand or gave up via a tire or shock absorber to the rutted track. Excursions to Ibiza Town were only possible after our father had donated a VW Variant that had been discarded after an African expedition and had extra-hard shock absorbers.
What was there was a lot of visitors: musicians, painters, singers, actors, members of the excellent society. Winter was dull and boring, whereas spring and summer were all the more lively.
There was no club scene in today's sense. But that didn't mean there was no celebration: parties, cocktail receptions or simple chill-out sessions with new friends. There was always something, and all you needed was a couple of drinks, a pool, a couple of guitars. Everyone brought something with them, the rest surrendered. In short: someone was always visiting - and everyone needed space.
So construction continued: rectangle after rectangle. The house experienced a "construction boom" when my sister moved in. At that time she had a one-year-old son ... - but then she had three girls and two sons - a total of six children, all of whom had to be accommodated approprietly. And not every one of them did without a single room. So as usual: a cube here, a rectangle on top .. Did we mention that the house is two-story mainly? Now you know why.
Today the house is (almost) empty. Our mother died three years ago on New Year's morning, the youngest daughter is about to graduate; everyone else has left the island to study, work and raise families. Her mother, our sister, is left behind. She runs a tax office on the island and lives in a side wing of the house.
But what kind of future does a person have who lives alone on over a thousand square meters of living space? She'll probably be a cranky old lady with a bunch of cats ...
So we decided with a heavy heart to sell our parents' house. It has always been a wonderful home to all of us. This is where we laughed, cried and celebrated. Here children were conceived and raised. A place we quarrelled, fought, gave in, agreed and grew up.
In short: we lived here - and we are looking for someone who will appreciate a house like this that can be found on such an island . Someone looking for space to develop. Who has a big family and a lot of friends. Someone who runs an open, world-facing house, always looking forward to a visit, and is always willing to share such a place as a good host offering a welcoming shelter.
An essential addition: you may see this house in the offer of several brokers, and it may also come across on several real estate portals. This is not because we are desperate in any way or are desperately looking for someone.
It is simply because this is a very special house maid to match the rare individual not the mainstream buyer. So if the right one comes, then he or she should also find us. And all we can do to help him is to set a broad trail on which he can trail his dream house down.