FORMENTERA
FORMENTERA

Villa Patricia is a piece of Formentera of almost 3 hectares located in the heart of the island and containing a 586 m2 house with swimming pool, guest pavilion, gardens, vineyards, fruit trees, and even a forest. A place to belong and to experience what it means to become a true islander.

Becoming
an Islander

We’ve bought a house on a small island in the Mediterranean. You have to island-hop to get there, but that makes it even more special. On the bow of the sailboat from Ibiza, the wind pushes me towards Formentera, towards a new future. I set foot on the dock, aware that the moment is significant. As we head to our new home in the heart of the island, magical white sandy beaches and bright sea views assault our senses, and finally Villa Patricia appears, we’ve arrived. We contemplate our house, standing in perfect harmony with its 3 hectares of sublime gardens, orchards, vineyards and, what’s more, with its very own pine forest.

Everyone applauds our decision, but I feel a certain trepidation. Am I ready for island life?

Cala Saona

I’ve realized that one doesn’t start a new life on an island, it starts one for you. Here, the coastline – sometimes rocky, sometimes marble white beaches and turquoise skies blending in the sea –lays out your limits and welcomes you to live with what’s around you. And there’s so much to find if you just stop and look.

Pergola and patio

The house and the island understand each other. Blending together, the house takes only what it needs, no more, from the world around it.

The island and I seem to be breathing in unison. We have become one and I’m not sure that I can separate myself from it now.

Vineyard

Patio

I’m having dreams of grandeur. though not of velvet and crowns, but of myself surrounded by my own wine, succulent olives, juicy figs and trees laden with fruit, all gifts from my own land. These will be my new riches and I shall wisely invest them in sharing them on long summer nights with friends, old and new.

Kitchen, dinning and living room

Swimming pool

The summer gently ticks away and with every tick I have the island more and more to myself. This morning I went to Illetas for a solitary swim thinking I was doing so as a way of saying farewell to Formentera, but as I swam through the crystal-clear waters, my shadow below accompanied me along the sea floor, and kindly suggested I stay a while longer. How could I refuse my own shadow?

I could spend days, years, my whole life, gazing at the colours of the sea.

Today I discovered that the island’s land doesn’t top at the beach. Diving below the waves I discovered a new secret. Verdant, rolling meadows of posidonia, giving the crystal-clear sea its unique blue hue.

Master bedroom

Bathroom

I owe some people an apology. If they are reading this, I’m sorry I ever doubted your words when you described Formentera to me with so much passion. As they enthused, my mind wandered to others, more farflung. Martinique, Mustique, Saint Vincent… now those are islands in the sun I said to myself. How could I have been so wrong! Here, the Mediterranean sun here has a special pull to it, making the whole island glow.

Caló d'Es Mort

The island is a good teacher. And I strive to be its model pupil. Today it has taught me some Catalan, specifically to say ous fregits amb bogavante or rather fried eggs and lobster. It also taught me that it’s better to say this to a waiter in a restaurant in Sa Caló, because then as a reward for your pronunciation, one of the most delicious dishes ever invented magically appears in front of you. I plan to practice this sentence a lot.

Caló de Sant Agustí

Spa and massage room

As I run my hands along the house’s walls the changing textures of honest, noble materials create a calming sensation of wellness and connection.

Gym

TV and game room

If only Kafka could have lived here instead of cold and windy Prague. His metamorphosis, written here, would have a man joyously transformed into a brilliant turquoise blue lizard living a gravity-defying life amongst Mediterranean nooks and crannies.

Porch

Things move at their own rhythm here. It’s fascinating and refreshing at the same time. You move with the wind or with the sun.

Pool and Terrace

The house and its land are a gentle siren song. every space, every corner sings its own mesmerizing tune. Sometimes it takes me hours to move from one place to another, as I find myself remaining motionless admiring an olive tree, or suddenly taken with imperious need to bask in the garden admiring the play of sunlight through the irregular lattice pergolas before then slipping calmly into the pool.

Faro de La Mola

Torre des Garroveret - Cap de Barbaria

I went up in the middle of the night to the lighthouse at El Mola to listen to the silence. The sea in its own whispering way filled my head with stories but I can’t write them down in English because they belong to the island, and it has its own language. It’s the language of the senses, made up of soft sounds, a breeze, a salty fragrance, a twinkling flash of light. So, these stories will just have to stay gently reverberating in my mind, as if they had a life of their own.

I arrived on Formentera asking myself if I was ready for island life. now I ask myself if I can every abandon it. I happily fear I am under its spell.

Main
Features

  • 27.386 m2 Plot area
  • 586 m2 Gross area
  • 98 m2 Porchs
  • 37 m2 Pool
  • 6 Rooms
  • 8 Bathrooms
  • Gym
  • Yoga room
  • TV and game room
  • Guests house
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