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<\/a>In my younger days, I sought out only the party side of Ibiza; I cared little for her yoga-loving, green juice-gulping, incense-burning alter ego. It was as alien to me as little green men in flying saucers. But then, something remarkable happened. I grew up. Or should I say, I grew old. My body started to ache. The parties become less fun when the recovery takes longer than the night itself. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll always be a house music-loving club-monster at heart, but I now realise that the secret of a happy clappy clubber is to get the delicate balance just right. Burn the candle at both ends and you’ll soon feel the heat. Years ago, I started working as a natural remedies shop and therapy rooms manager in London, overseeing a retail team of salespeople selling essential oil-based products, as well as managing 30 practitioners offering a wide range of therapies from homoeopathy<\/span><\/strong><\/a> to kinesiology<\/span><\/strong><\/a>. It was at that point that my casual interest in alternative therapies was piqued.<\/p>\n So when I was invited to the home of\u00a0Gemma Espejo Degraph<\/span><\/strong>, husband Miguel<\/span><\/strong><\/a> and their two adorable children, Jaxson and Amelie-Angel (which also forms the base of their practise Electro Reiki Ibiza<\/span><\/strong><\/a>) to sample the treatments on offer, it was a no-brainer. Which was just as well – having rolled out of the Clockwork Orange<\/span><\/strong><\/a> party at Sankeys<\/span><\/strong><\/a> in Playa d’en Bossa a few hours earlier, the sorry remnants of my pickled little brain weren’t exactly firing on all cylinders…<\/p>\n I needn’t have worried. Stepping out of the blisteringly hot sun – eyeballs bulging like bloodshot boiled eggs behind huge fly-eye sunnies – and over the threshold into the crisp coolness of their pretty little Santa Eulalia finca, an instant sensation of relief and calm washes over me. Within minutes, Gemma has me up on her massage table, soothing meditation music tinkling gently in the background, the aromas in her essential oil diffuser tickling my nostrils. Like a Bisto Kid<\/span><\/strong><\/a> (yes, I’m that old), I follow my nose and inhale deeply as she sets about preparing her tools of the trade…<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/lifeabirdseyeview.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/GemmaandMiguel-e1501773218641-1024x768.jpg?resize=1024%2C768\")
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