The white isle (again!)

Another year another trip to Ibiza, it’s a hard life ey? It’s approximately my 13th holiday here but I’ve lost count since my first trip in 2010.

The holidays here are slightly different to the ones took in 2010, because of taking a quieter life with Robin.

I had work yesterday which was a loooooong day because I just wanted to go home and get to the airport! 4 o’clock (thanks Laura) finally rolled around and I went home to find Robin standing over his suitcase with a pile of clothes patiently waiting for me to fold them up and pack them for him. 27 years old! He can 3D print pieces of a formula 1 car but he can’t pack a suitcase!

We dropped Glenn off at robins mums (bye Glenn) (thanks Julia) (miss you Glenn) and set off on the road. We had a debate of whether we should take the m1 from Northampton or the m1 from Milton Keynes.

We chose Milton Keynes, but this was a mistake. Traffic was not fun times and I got mega stressed that we were going to miss our plane, declaring that we might as well just go home (I’m not melodramatic though).

Shout out to Robin though because he did really good at keeping his cool and he didn’t even tell me I was being a knob until an hour after. Winner.

We arrived at the airport approx 1 hour and 30 minutes later than we should have done but we made it through security and whilst we wanted frankie and bennys, alas we had no time and had two baguettes from “benugo” (maybe). It cost £12! but they were damn good baguettes. I hope mine was filled with gold shavings for that price.

On the plane, Robin took the window seat as per usual and I settled in for two hours. Nothing to report on this other than some guy having a fag in the toilet. Who can’t wait two hours for a cigarette? Is it really necessary? He had to do the walk of shame down the aisle after he got caught. Knobber.

(Side note, Robin made me a jacket potato for lunch yesterday but he made one spare and we accidentally left it in the oven so it’s just chilling in there, probably sad and scared wondering why his friends were the chosen ones and he was not, sorry little potato friend)

Mum and dad picked us up from the airport and as we walked past the looooong queue of people waiting for a taxi feeling smug, we made our way to the carpark and I began looking for my mums car. We were walking towards a 1979 Silver Dawn Rolls Royce and my dad just casually got the keys out and opened the boot. My jaw nearly hit the floor when we were being driven home in it and I waved to passers by on the street like the queen I am. 👸🏻

After a night of snoozing we got up today and headed to the beach. Where else would I go?! Sunshiiiiiiine. I literally live for the sunshine.

We had lunch at Es pueto which is the best beach bar in the whole world. Half a roast chicken and chips with salad was my food of choice. I took the skin off to make it more slimming world friendly. There’s a lot of beautiful people in Ibiza and I have to try my best to have a flat tum after all!

I have a running joke with my mum that I take cocaine in Ibiza (I really don’t) but it winds her up and it’s funny, she said the best line today though, whilst I was asking my dad where I could get some she said ‘dad can get you some of you want some but you’re not having any’ oh mama you so gullible.

Currently watching the news whilst I tempt myself in to having a shower to go out for drinks later. Hopefully I’ll make it up later than 10pm for once :-)