Buzzed in Ibiza

Tuesday we spent a long and lovely day in Ibiza.
I woke at 7am and went joggin' around the deck while the sun rose over the mountains and the ship pulled into port.
Don't I sound like Mr. Health? Hardly kids. The rest of the day was spent drinking so much sangria, rose and champagne that I nearly missed the ship.
Mother and I went on a tour of the north part of the island and checked out tiny churches and hiked up hills to weary old fortresses turning into hotels.
In the afternoon we hailed a cab to Playa es Cavallett to meet darling Raimond and his boyfriend Stefan.
There we found them calm and cool under a great awning where the white sandy beaches and heat stroke were kept at bay.
We all caught up, looked over the new issue of Gatsby Magazine and dined on loads of seafood.

After lunch we called a car for mother who headed back to the ship and the boys headed back to their home for the week near the Salinas. The place was spectacular and in less than 5 minutes we were in bathing suits and frolicking in the pool. Andre, their friend from Cologne who rented the house joined us for bottle after bottle of booze. At some point I ended up inside and at another point I ended up passed out.

I get a firm rattle from Raimond at 8pm! My ship leaves at 11 but dinner was already in full swing. Somehow I threw on my clothes, found a cab and figured out how to get back to the port. I arrived on the pool deck to find myself in the middle of a wild BBQ with local dancers clacking up a storm. Head spinning I find mom, inhale the dessert table and head to the cabin to pass out at 930pm.

There is something in the air on that island that simply sparks debauchery!