"People will stare – make it worth their while."
There are pinch-me moments in life and my holiday in Ibiza was one of those. Fabulous people in a fabulous location. I really am one very, very lucky girl.
Thank you guys for the almighty pick-me-up.
Starting off on Dire Air, buying coffee and Jack Daniels, raising our eyebrows and having the first backgammon lessons. Leaving the cold and rain behind and arriving to sunshine and the world's most beautiful villa. Embarking on the weekend shop and filling five trollies with enough good, bad and bbbbaaaadddd rosé to fill... our fridge. Hearing about Kenny Powers for the first time ("See, in life, when you have talent all the other shit doesn't matter.")
Welcoming the second wave of people, cracking open the rosé, unleashing the dares and turning the music UP. Cushions for modesty. Falling over and gaining serious bruises. Recovery games of backgammon. Long lunches washed down with more rosé at Es Xarco. Third wave of people and making new gorgeous friends. Meet and greet over too many Marlboro Lights ($5 a pack) and San Miguel beers. "Oh do come on." Starting the bbq and being delayed by a cigarette run and a karaoke sing song. Parties in the pool house. Swimming in heels whilst the sky is afire with lighting. Squashed into the back of hire cars, getting dead legs, dead bottoms and working up a thirst. Pacha and dancing by yourself. Xarco liquid lunch number two, tasting the local hierbas liquor. Laughing. A lot. Being introduced to Chimpanzee Riding a Segway (You Tube it.)
Going backless and painting on the glitter for a night at Lio. Getting blown away by the sexiest cabaret and the legs of the waitresses. Seeing some great friends put on a routine to rival the floorshow. Tasting the most delectable lobster. Watching Big Brown Bear really enjoy his massage and Nacho Libre not utter a word. Getting told off by waitresses. Discovering how gorgeous vodka and strawberries are. Dancing in masks. Fresh air. Meeting a hot blonde and the not-so-hot-definitely-a-man friend. Hitting KM5. Stroking a super beard. Leaping over fences in stilettos and getting drenched in the rain. After party number two. Chilling in the sunshine, swimming in the pool. Cuddles. Emotional goodbyes. Watching friends do a 10 point turn to negotiate a corner in the hire car. Falling in love with the white linen beauty of El Chiringuito and enjoying the tunes on the sand. Not enjoying the nudists quite so much. Choosing white sofas over go karting. Doing the corner in the Panda in one. Yes, in one. Rockstar farewells at Ibiza airport to more departing friends. Discovering great music in an understated bar in Ibiza old town. Dancing like a fiend. Knowing who your friends are when they prevent a bar dweller resembling Jimmy Savile filming your salsa moves. Hugging old men called Eric. Feeding the pony. Cheering every time our sober driver negotiated a roundabout, turn or signal during the drive home. Powering up some Adele for a final house party. Mishearing "Text Me." Waking up to beautiful sunshine and ensuring maximum tanning time. Deciding on one last lunch at Es Torrent. Experiencing a wallet-ectomy. Packing and the general gloom of going home. Lots of hugs, promises and maybe a few tears.
Ibiza, you totally broke my heart. XxX
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