Hey everyone! With a heatwave currently hitting the UK, it’s less likely to make you jealous that the temperature here is lovely and warm.
As you may have guessed from previous posts, I’m back in Ibiza for probably the last time. We arrived later than expected due to firstly a delay and then secondly, half way through the flight some half-wit decided to be smart and smoke in the toilets. Not a good move. This resulted in him having his passport confiscated and being escorted off the plane by the police when we landed. His friends could be heard giving off “It was just a feg, like!” – we could’ve killed them. So we ended up just getting a taxi to the hotel to get here as quick as possible.
We checked in, a few minor changes to the checking in procedure, and someone was sent to carry our cases up the steps for us – a nice touch! A quick journey to the rooms where we dumped our bags before heading down to dinner where we saw a few familiar faces beaming at us. We were quickly told by José that Alvaro no longer works here but we don’t know why, and it seems to be the same with a few other faces we were looking forward to seeing. Seems management’s changes have included staff.
One of the main changes is that dinner is no longer served in the restaurant but rather outside in the pool bar. Starters have been significantly reduced and are along half a wall, your main course is a choice from 4 things on a menu or you can order from the pool bar’s menu, and puddings are beside the starters and are also significantly reduced. José explained all this to us as quickly as he could, promising to make sure we have a “big happy holiday” – we definitely have missed him! By the time we were through with dinner, it felt like we were home again.
After dinner, we took a walk up to the old piano bar, no longer a piano bar after the 2015 renovations but we still call it the piano bar for ease. We were met with more smiling faces and hugs from staff, the usual questions of how is everybody etc and we remembered to ask if the waiter from last year who had told us his wife was pregnant (at only 6 weeks) if the baby had been born and how old he was. We had a great night talking to old friends, and went to bed around midnight after quickly unpacking everything. Rachel however was refusing to sleep, apparently too full of energy. Not a great first night’s sleep!
We got up in the morning and went down to breakfast. Now breakfast was exactly as expected and remembered. It was great to see that the hotel actually had quite a few staying in it, even if they disappear after breakfast. Sunscreen was applied and we took up our usual positions by the pool. After an hour or so we had to move however as a bunch of young Americans were being obnoxiously loud and talking for the sake of talking. The rest of the day was purely a routine of sunbathe, swim, drink some water, reapply sunscreen and repeat. At about 6, we came up to the room again to start getting ready for dinner.
There was a very limited choice on the menu and so Rachel ended up ordering a salmon spaghetti off the pool bar’s menu. We had our starters as per usual, had our main course, and then some fruit for pudding as we were far too full for anything else. We then took a walk down into Santa Eulalia and had a drink in a bar after asking at one of the stalls about getting a characature of the 4 of us. One guy claimed 80 euros was a brilliant price and was as low as he was willing to go, so we walked to the top of the promenade where we were quoted 45 euros for the exact same thing!
Meanwhile, Rachel had been complaining of a sore stomach. We chose to semi ignore her as she seems okay at the start, even she thought it was just from walking too soon after a large meal. However, the closer we got to the hotel on our way back, the worse she began to feel, even sitting down at one stage and saying it hurt to even walk. When we got back, she went to Mum and Dad’s room to get an antacid to see if that would help but it wasn’t doing anything for her. One of the couples we’re friends with offered us prescription gastro-problem tablets so Rachel took one and we came to bed. We’d literally been in the room 2 minutes when she started throwing up.
It’s now 4:20am and she’s still on-off sleeping and throwing up but we aren’t sure if it’s sun stroke or food poisoning. Will keep you informed. All we know is that Rachel has managed to be sick ever year we’ve come here. Okay, the first two times were probably alcohol induced but tonight definitely isn’t. We can survive on 2 hours sleep though, it’s not like we’re doing anything tomorrow. But for now, I’m away to see if we can sleep at all. Feeling a little queasy myself but that’s purely from listening to Rachel for the last 20 minutes.
Wish me luck!