Rosanna Davison's wedding venue is a hidden paradise
In the late 1990s, the Balearics were painted as a hedonistic budget destination saturated with cheap booze, short skirts and loud music.
But when I first visited Ibiza two years ago, I was taken aback by just how beautiful and serene the island is; more hidden paradise than a package-deal stopover.
Chic seaside bars dotting the east coast were packed with affluent French and Italian families - mums, dads, a gaggle of kids and the nanny - all clad in designer attire.
Fortunately, I was able to return to Ibiza this summer, this time for the wedding of one of my best friends, Rosanna Davison to Wesley Quirke.
Driving to the peaceful Atzaro hotel 24 hours before the ceremony for a rehearsal, you couldn't help but be mesmerised by the surrounding area: dense olive groves alive with an orchestra of crickets; zesty citrus trees; dusty fields scorched by the unforgiving Mediterranean sun.
And then there was the venue. Each twist and turn at the Atzaro brought another special sight - lily ponds; clumps of rosemary and lavender; whitewashed stone.
On June 1, while striding up the ceremonial walkway in front of the beautiful bride who was accompanied a few paces behind by her proud father, Chris, I tried to take it all in.
Certainly I couldn't be more removed from the chaos of San Antonio 25km away.
And I couldn't envision a more perfect wedding - filled with the love and happiness of friends and family - than the one Rosanna and Wesley had surrounded by the beauty of Ibiza.