Ibiza was a destination in my mind from last year after graduation. Things haven't work out and the idea has slowly disappeared in my mind. This year, as part of my friend's birthday, she has proposed to do a trip to an island that doesn't sleep. We used to plan a trip together someday for long time already, therefore it was a great chance to merge all opportunities together. On a rainy saturday day in London, ur group of friends has met at the airport to go to chase for summer vibes down in South Europe. We stayed in Ibiza for 5 days and it was more then enough, because the last day we were all dead and walking like zombies. What is worst, that the following day we had to go back to work.