It's August and I returned from my holidays at Ibiza today. So Hi to all of you
(why don't we have a waving smily?)
We had a great time, being nothing but lazy for two weeks. I was at the beach
alone every forenoon for about two hours. In my day-to-day life, three kids, a dog, a husband, friends, my children's friends and half the world rush in and out our house and I'm barely ever alone at home. I love my life this way, but sometimes I feel like living at a central station of a middle-seized town.
So you can imagine how wonderful it was to have two hours each day just alone with myself (thousand thank-yous to my husband). I laid on my air matress, drifting on the water or reading a book (yes, story-to-screenplay for the hundredth time, among others) in the shadow.
We had a hot spell throughout Europe (I think) during the last weeks and at since Ibiza is very hot in July/August anyway, it was even hotter than usual. We had nearly 40°C/104°F every day. Too hot to do anything but lingering in or nearby the pool or beach. So we didn't see much of the island.
Usually this is not the kind of holidays I prefer, but this year it was just the right thing to do. Normally we make many excursions, we want to get to know the area and the people who live there. Not this time.
But surprisingly to me it wasn't boring at all.
I had some adventures with the elevator. One time, it stuck for about 10 minutes. It was the first time in my life I got stuck in an elevater and I started to get worried when there were loud bangs in the lift shaft. I could feel the lift cabin quake slighlty with every bang. It was a mechanic working on the problem and hammering on God knows which technical component.
Another time I got in a bad argument with a man (another guest in the same hotel) while waiting for the lift. Some boys had pulled a trick on him and I witnessed when he finally caught one of the boys. He was so mad at him, he totally blew up and threatened the boy, trying to drag the boy towards the lift. I could understand the man's anger but he overstepped every line with the way he treated the boy
. The poor boy bawled and was so scared. I intervened and got into a heated argument. I stayed with them till we found the parents of the boy's friend, who then cared for the boy. Arrrgh, I'm still mad at this man. Why do people think they can do anything with children, only because the are smaller and weaker? Such an idiot.
But thankfully he was the only idiot I met during this two weeks.
After the great weather all the time, the big shock came today when we left the airport building. It was 15°C/59°F and raining. Brr, *shivering*.
I'm glad to be here again. I missed the forums and my fellow Brokies. I even sneaked in one time, but the computer at the hotel didn't work properly, so I couldn't write greetings to you.
I'll add some pics tomorrow.
