After our hot and sunny week in Ibiza, we were not unhappy at the prospect of some cooler weather back home. What we didn’t plan on was thunderstorms and torrential rain this afternoon! Fortunately it didn’t last long, and we can expect some kinder weather next week.
So, after an eventful week in Ibiza we are back home in (not so sunny) Staffordshire. With no travel plans upcoming, it’s an opportunity to become familiar with the little Fujifilm X100F camera I bought just before we went away. I plan to shoot much more mono, so expect to see that reflected here.
So, after our family left this afternoon, we had a few hours to relax before a last meal and packing for our return trip tomorrow. Back to reality it is then, with lawns to mow, washing to get done and a trip to the supermarket. Next holiday is Santorini in October – can’t wait!
Our hotel in Ibiza. It’s been a great, albeit very short break, and we just have tomorrow left, and then our flight home on Saturday. Over 30 years since we were last here, and probably not somewhere I would rush back to, but a super holiday anyway.
Yours, for a mere $135m… Apparently it belongs to Nancy Laurie, of the Walmart dynasty, and is reputedly for sale as she has bought an even bigger yacht… But if you prefer to just charter it, it’s yours for just $850,000 (a week, that is…!)
Our hotel is apparently named after this old tower that has been preserved and sits in the middle of the swimming pool. What better way to enjoy the view and the sunshine than with a cold beer!
After two pretty horrendous days traveling, we finally made it to Ibiza. A cancelled flight yesterday and a long drive to an alternate airport, then a delayed flight today, with the threat of being bumped at the last minute as the plane was overloaded. Fortunately we made it, and our reward was meeting up with family, and a fabulous sunset dinner…
… we expected from our hotel tonight. We were supposed to fly to Ibiza this afternoon, but halfway to the airport we got a message from British Airways to say the flight had been cancelled. An hour and a half on the phone, and then we were on our way to London for a flight tomorrow – the best option we could book. So here we are at the London City Airport Hotel… What joy…