Day 259: Ibiza!

It’s my first day in Ibiza and I am on my own for a few hours before Laura lands around midnight.  It’s 7pm and I am walking down the beach.  No one is out and about at this hour.  As I continue walking, I notice a massive group of people in the distance so I decide to are what’s going on.  DJ is playing good tunes and everyone is dancing.  I put myself at a seat at the bar to observe.  I’m too jet lagged to participate and it’s not really my thing, but it’s certainly entertaining.  After a few minutes, I’ve had enough and decide to grab a bite to eat.  I find a little seafood restaurant on the water and order a fresh catch.  I check my emails as I wait for my food.  The start-up that I interviewed with last week would like me to come back to meet some more people on the team.  Good news to start this trip. 

I head back to the hotel and take a nap and wake up at one am.  Laura should be here by now.  I check her flight status.  She landed an hour ago and the airport is 15 minutes away.   I become anxious.  She doesn’t have a phone.  I email her and message her on Facebook in case she is able to find access to a computer somehow.  Where is she?  I don’t know what to do.  In the midst of my panic, I hear a knock on the door.

There she is!  “My sister!” she screams.  We are hugging, crying and overwhelmed by the number of things we have to talk about.  Where do we start?  She has been traveling all over Spain.  She spent weeks with her family in the Spanish countryside before heading to Madrid and now Ibiza. 

It’s late, but the night is young here on this Island and David Guetta is playing at Pacha tonight.  We’re going out!

Together again!

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