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ESCAPE. EXPLORE. IMAGINE THE EXTRAORDINARY. Ours is the Ibiza not easily found on Google and we are

23/10/2026

Ibiza villa with the family this half-term? 🤍
Can Cary sits high on a hill above San Miguel, in Ibiza’s wild north. It feels lost in time (in the best way), yet Ibiza Town, Santa Gertrudis and Santa Eulària are an easy drive. Hidden in the hills, never cut off. Gloriously private, entirely yours.
Five bedrooms. A master suite on its own floor, with a lock on the door (you’re welcome). A bath deep enough for two (we’re not asking). A hammam, a sauna and a massage room for when the hardest decision of your day is which side to lie on. Breakfast picked straight off the trees. A saltwater infinity pool facing sea views that are frankly ridiculous.
And here’s the bit nobody tells you. Day one, the kids are strangers: moody, sullen, welded to a charger. By day three, someone’s cheating at cards and you’re losing a 90s DJ battle to your own teenager. That’s what space does.
The greatest luxury? Being anticipated. Fridge stocked before you land, tables booked before you’ve thought of them, sound baths at sunrise or dancefloors till sunrise. Quietly arranged by us. Ibiza doesn’t open up for everybody.
THE LOWDOWN
📍 San Miguel · Ibiza North
🛏 5 bedrooms · 5 bathrooms
🌊 Saltwater infinity pool · sea views
🧖 Hammam · sauna · massage room
🎬 Cinema snug
🍕 Pizza oven · outdoor kitchen · pétanque
🍋 An orchard you can eat
Free this half-term. Feeling spontaneous? Pack tonight. 💌 WhatsApp us, link in bio.
Part 2 is up next: what the kids get up to while you’re not looking.
📸 .framil.photography
Love, Nikki & Helen x

21/10/2026

Ibiza with kids this October half-term, booked at the very last minute? Breathe. Up in the quiet north-east, near San Carlos, lives a family of alpacas, mamas and babies, all named after musical icons. Badu, Fela, Sinatra and Piaf, to name a few of the band.

Follow the burnished red dirt road to where the wild things are. Badu, on the cover, has perfected the stare. Fela, aka Cookie Monster, once welcomed Fela Kuti’s own niece. Little Piaf stays close to her mama Avalon, T***s is Dusty’s boy, and Mama Fonda and Mama Suki keep order.

They belong to San and Bart, who left us deliriously giddy. San was a nurse who fell for a loom and learned to weave from a 92-year-old master. Bart chased the dream with her, all the way to Ibiza. “They are our babies,” says San.

Everything here runs on respect: gentle grazing, hand-shorn fleece, natural dyes, and one shared toilet spot that becomes the island’s finest fertiliser. Magical Peruvian poo. Better manners than most of us after midnight. Somewhere, the Incas are nodding.

Then head west to San Antonio, where an aquarium hides inside an old smugglers’ cave: rescued turtles, an octopus or two, and little sharks. Baby Shark, doo doo doo. Saturdays only in winter.

S̶c̶r̶e̶e̶n̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ Alpaca time.

Save this for half-term, and send it to the friend who still hasn’t booked.

Last minute? We’ve got you. Villas, drivers, private chefs, all sorted. DM “HALF TERM” or WhatsApp us:
Helen · +34 633 49 57 22
Nikki · +34 608 647 751

Love, Nikki & Helen x

20/10/2026

Same island. New headliner. You used to come for the music. Now the music comes with snack requests, and a strict 8pm set time.

Tell us who’s coming and we’ll organise everything: the villa, airport transfers, private chefs, childcare. You just turn up.

Yes, we had a storm on Sunday. It’s passed, and the sun’s back: 23°C all week.

Coming up this week:
🦙 Alpacas, farm animals and an aquarium
✶ Caves, countryside walks and island markets
✎ Workshops where they make something to keep
⌂ The family villas we’d book ourselves, as parents

S̶c̶r̶e̶e̶n̶ t̶i̶m̶e̶ Books, long lunches and evenings round the fire, actually talking to each other. Give it a day and they’ll forget their screens exist.

New here? Follow along for the full line-up.
Ready to book? DM “HALF TERM” with your dates and kids’ ages, or WhatsApp us:

Helen · +34 633 49 57 22
Nikki · +34 608 647 751

Love, Nikki & Helen x

15/10/2026

Between Santa Gertrudis and San Lorenzo, Can Rio is a bright, white-walled home where branches cast shifting patterns over the terraces and mirror balls scatter little fragments of sunlight above the cushions. There’s an orchard to wander through, something growing for the table, and the blue invitation of a long saltwater pool.

You might begin with a swim and a vague intention to go somewhere, then find yourself still here at dusk, a book beside you, music coming from the house, the wood-fired oven warming for supper.

Across approximately 7,000 m² of private grounds, six bedrooms and a separate guest cabin give family life room to stretch. Friends can stay a little longer; children can disappear into their own elaborate worlds and return with stories and forget all about screens. There is space for company, and for the lovely indulgence of an hour alone.

Over time, you learn what ripens when, where the afternoon shade falls, which chair everyone quietly considers theirs. The island becomes familiar in another way, through seasons and friendships and small rituals you hadn’t realised you were making.

Can Rio is available to own.
We’d love to show you around.

Nikki & Helen x

Helen Chubb · +34 633 49 57 22
Nikki Bark-Jones · +34 608 647 751

08/10/2026

Dinner on the island tomorrow night? ☾ Love The Island Villas 💋

05/10/2026

The Lovers.

Before the storm came, we took a little boat to Formentera.

It had been a long, hot Ibiza summer, sticky and sweet and gloriously excessive, spent welcoming people from all over the world, finding them places to call home, anticipating what might delight them before they had even thought to ask for it, and somewhere in the beautiful noise of everybody else’s pleasures, we realised we had almost forgotten our own.

So we slipped away to our little bolt-hole, a finca we have known for years, a chalky sugar cube catching the light at the edge of clouds of white sand where your toes disappear and rise again, on an island shaped by salt pans, ancient settlements, marauders, wanderers and generations of people who, like us, came looking for something a little freer.

We have brought our children here since they were babies and now, all long limbs and teenage bravado, the same old excitement takes over as they fling themselves from the rocks into water that seems lit from within, feral-eyed and laughing as though no time has passed at all.

We ate with our fingers, every bite tinged with salt, drank something cold at Amar Chiringuito and watched the light change from lilac-blue to burnt orange, then soften into smoky, smudged blue-blacks that made the whole horizon feel almost liquid.

And then we turned the boat towards Ibiza.

There is something about seeing Ibiza again from the water that makes you giddy, that delicious lift in your body when something familiar suddenly becomes vivid again, when the old pull returns before you have even named it.

Perhaps you had grown used to them, to the lines of their body, to the warmth of their skin, to the small marks and hollows your hands already know, to the scent left behind on a T-shirt thrown over a chair, but absence gives familiarity its edges back and suddenly everything sharpens; you remember the heat, the mystery, the parts you know by heart and the parts that still undo you.

And all at once, you want to close the distance until there is nothing left but skin and heat.

One island looking back at another, with just enough sea between them for le frisson to linger.
Love The Island Villas
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01/10/2026

We danced until the night became morning, carried the sea home on our skin and lingered over lunch with the people we love. Watched the glee on our children’s faces as they roamed around feral like pirates…. We pulled up chairs at unfamiliar tables, where strangers became friends and nobody was in much of a hurry to leave.

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There is still salt in our hair, still time for another swim, another long afternoon that slips into evening. The season may be coming to a close, but our love affair with this island is far from over.

Ibiza, our forever muse. October we welcome you. Still out of office.

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Love, The Island Villas
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Ibiza
07812

Teléfono

+34608647751

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http://www.theislandvillas.com/

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