Eivissa, I'm out.
Cue song, David Guetta feat Usher, With or Without You.

Valises with handles click-clacking to and from. Clubbers sleeping till late afternoon.

OK, ok. So my relationship with Ibiza is like a love-to-hate but if you weren't there who would I hate kind of relation. This part of the trip has been both awesome and must-make-it-awesome kind of deal.

I saw something last night that I have never seen: a clear full moon sparkling up the ocean front against dormant parasols along the beach. I took that moment and made the best of it.

Sidebar: I bussed it to playa d'en bossa only to not find a bar I could drink and get lost in.

So in all, what I will miss:

- the ladies from all over
- people trying hard but all distinct styles

Ya that's it! Music and Guetta were sick but prob maybe dunno if I could have had that in Montreal.

What I won't miss
- people try too hard
- all clubs have shops
- I love Ibiza shoved in yo FACE
- girl going into bushes to piss
- DOUCHEBAGS
- pretentiousness
- lack of nothing to do but beach and party (though I did explore walking a bit)

It's like love, you know right away if you like it or not. Or maybe I needed a wingman, or my own posey of girls and guys, or alcohol.

NO WAIT! It's like having a drink that's ok at first, better with more then terrible after taste and you ask, why did I do that??!

FU Ibiza I'm out!