It was holiday time again and after the success of the previous years Tenerife trip we decided to go off to the Balearic Islands and find our way around Ibiza.
It gave the pair of us time off from thinking about Canada, paperwork and the long periods of inactivity between the consulates letters to the troops.
The place was different than Tenerife and had a lot more of the British aspect of night life, which was ok, but hardly an escape. It was a struggle, but we found lots of foreign things to do and most of those involved chasing each other around, alcohol and excessive sunburn.
An annoying aspect of the place was the constant badgering to go on a guided tour to buy a timeshare, strangers would approach you in the street offering cash, champagne cruises and free meals for simply "viewing" one of the new developments, something we steered clear of.
It was a great holiday, plenty of sun, sea, sand and sex. I don't know what Karen got up to though...
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