And then I went to Ibiza to stay with Anna at Petunias. I swam around, in a pool and then the beach, hired a motorbike and followed the roads up and down over the hills.
Flew to Barcelona and Milan and back to Ibiza on the Tuesday, played table tennis against Italians, and walked around dirt roads.
Ibiza is absolutely beautiful, although all the town shops were full of the trashiest crap european crappy crap I've seen.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Ibiza
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