flappy Ibiza is gorgeous. I’ve been three times. Once to the clubby part (which if I’m honest I was young wild and very care free, over indulged on the booze and possibly a bit of the other and danced like a maniac in the clubs...) and twice to the quiet part.
Flights can be reasonable. Dh and I flew out to meet friends a couple of years ago and return flights for a week cost us £400. For two. You have to be prepared to be on the plane out with crazy clubbing types stag and hens and the lads and lasses on tour types. Flights home are usually fairly subdued!!
It’s beautiful. Doesn’t have to be expensive once there. Food is cheap ish and delicious.
We went to a few bars did the obligatory sit on the beach at 4am and watch the sun come up. I’ve done it before. But was wasted. The last time Dh and I did it we took drinks and breakfast and had a very early breakfast picnic. It’s magical. Everyone is quiet. And serene. And calm. And oh the sunrise.
Do it. One day. Do it. or come to jersey it’s almost like Ibiza
Ds is so sad. His nappy rash is a bit crazy. He cried when I changed him. 😪 so we had a bath. A nice cool bath with a bit of lavender oil in it for healing. Patted him dry and have slathered his bum with metanium. Nappy on. Milky and story. Teething granuals and some calpol. And bed. I suspect I’m going to be up a lot tonight.
Funnily enough quite Nursery thought maybe chickenpox... he’s been sleepy all day and grouchy. 😪 I hope hope hope it isn’t though. And hoping just teeth heat nappy rash and tired.