Sunday, 8 January 2012

The Holiday.

Driving to the airport shades on, tickets in hand and summer music playing through the speakers, i was ready for a few days of sun, sea and excitement. After a few drinks and short flight we arrived in Ibiza and was greeted with a warm blanket of heat, confirming to us we had landed on the Mediterranean white isle. As we pulled up outside a luxury 5 star resort, i commented on how amazing it would be to stay in a hotel like that one day- little did i know this would be my home for the next week. I was speechless; stunned into shock that he had paid for this beautiful resort- something i could only have imagined staying in.
Baring in mind we hardly knew each other, an enjoyable few days was had together. Swedish house mafia at Pacha was a personal highlight, along with watching the sunset with thousands of other party goers revelling in the last remaining light at cafe mambo. Lazy days and crazy nights. Our days were spent lounging by the pool and nights were spent drinking cocktails in the world’s best nightclubs and dining in exquisite restaurants with the freshest seafood money could buy. I had to pinch myself of several occasions to remind myself this was actually happening and not a dream. But the dream did have to end at some point and when i returned to earth i was brought back to reality with an almighty bump. University was looming..
Remember the Glass is always half full...

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