An early start - 4 am in fact - destination Ibiza. All a little bleary eyed we drive down to East Midlands airport. All was going well, we had booked a 'stress free' parking service where a geezer meets you at the airport and parks your car for you. Very organised. We are walking to the entrance when Leanne shrieks 'where's my handbag!' Only the handbag with the passports and the money and EVERYTHING. I run off after the stress free guy, fortunately delayed by the ticket machine. Good job I've been running.
From then on the journey was uneventful, we found the apartment and got the keys. Lovely aspect, lovely weather, let the holiday begin!
After spending too much in the supermarket on chorizo and olives - it was time for a dip in the pool. Walking down to the pool, we pass a few locals, who looked at us as if we were completely mad. When we got to the pool we realised why. It may have been lovely and sunny, but the water was freezing. Being made of sturdy stuff, in we jump. Actually, once you had lost all feeling in your legs it was rather pleasant.
We splashed on the fake tan, ate tapas and drank San Miguel, took evening walks in the setting sun, and had a lovely holiday.
I even tried my hand at Spanish. After a few holas I felt very confidant. At the Cafe del Mar, famous for sunsets and music cd compilations, I order the sangria and Maisie's alcohol free cocktail in my best Spanish, and the waitress says - English is OK. Oh well.
Back to Blighty for wedding madness.
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