The large rock rises almost 400 meters out of the water. In my photo you can see a sailing boat lying in the sea below. This illustrates quite well how majestically this sacred group of rocks looks out of the sea.
It was once said to be the gateway to the sunken city of Atlantis. A bit of hocus-pocus for me, but I still explored the island's special features with Diana. Her hair is beautiful, isn't it?
It has become a short series of pictures, actually I wouldn't even use the word series. We did the road trip in an old Citroën Méhari. And let's be honest, compared to an Opel GT, the car stinks a bit. Sure, it's the right vehicle for the Ibiza prairie, no question about it. But for my photo book, I had to make a decision and clearly preferred the sports car.
I still remember saying to Dianium on a car journey through the pampas that I had never been to a place in this world where there were no pigeons.
She thought that was strange and said she hadn't seen any pigeons in Ibiza. I shook my head and said, of course there are pigeons here. And as we drove past a field, a few pigeons were sitting on it at that very moment, pecking grain.
If I were a pigeon, I would also prefer to live in Ibiza than in Frankfurt.
