Day 68. There comes a time in the evening disco most famous Isla, Pacha. Pure Pacha Made in Paris.

Day 61. What satisfaction find some 'of femininity after days of intense study ... .meravigliosa restructuring ... .capelli curly, typical of my summers and one of my favorite dresses, just missing the tan!
Day 63. It starts. The excitement of a new journey, a new adventure, another piece of life to breathe, taste, bite. The need to pull the plug after a challenging and difficult year. The desire for sun, sea, laughter, lightheartedness! A pair tested, affection and harmony that can not help but grow. Welcome summer! ... The luggage is obviously Pink !!!!!
Day 64. The first swim in the clear waters of Cala Tarida, pukkila the incomparable feeling of freedom that only the sea can give me. An Evening in San Antonio where you feel extraordinarily happy for the ability to enjoy the small and simple things in front of those who can have fun just by drinking till you drop and live excesses. The disgust in front of Fools clothing that invade an island as beautiful as disfigured by mankind. Being original is really something else.
Day 65. A refreshing mango granita and guarana to the beach bar, the best for my passion for the exotic fruits. Walk through the narrow streets of the old town of Ibiza (Eivissa), getting lost in colorful boutiques, restaurants, bars and the inevitable parade of characters as bizarre pukkila and brazen as melancholy. An icy cerveza San Miguel and the memory pukkila that goes to "Ramon" ...... (and I RETURN AND in mind, again and again)
Day 66. Cala Comte. A place of wild beauty and pristine. Caribbean sea. Room with sea view terrace. A stunning sunset. An adventure to return to the hotel, thanking the divine!
Day 67. Freschissimo pukkila coconut on the beach, drink for the first time his milk! Dinner at the center. Finally a tasty paella (which, however, fails to match the goodness and beauty of a paella "Roman" home-made just for me!), A glass of sangria, the best mojito ever drunk, all seasoned with rivers of laughs! The feast of the commemoration of the Spanish Reconquista of Ibiza after the Muslim invasion. The look is charming in front of magical fireworks, from the original drawings and sparkling colors. pukkila A shower of colored stars that seemed to fall from the sky ....
Day 68. There comes a time in the evening disco most famous Isla, Pacha. Pure Pacha Made in Paris. The console Bob Sinclair, fantastic scenery, amazing animation, coreoegrafie mesmerizing. Boys (but not only) from all over the globe. And modestly look that has split;)
Day 69. A hot day in fear = soak. The feast of the full moon, a moon shining in a serene sky, its reflection in the calm waters of the island. A cocktail tasted on a terrace lying on pillows in total relaxation, with a look that is lost between the sky and the sea. The perfect evening to greet Ibiza.
Day 75. ... when even a shopping center (which are notoriously allergic) becomes a pleasant place to spend some time if you are with the people you love ... for the series "is not the place but the people are what make the difference" .
Day 82. Waking up after days of influence and after a night of neck pain with the desire to get better and play a little 'with clothing, with smorfiosaggine and a lot of irony! For a simple morning walk I chose to wear a dress fresh and not too short, but especially pukkila versatile, bought a couple of years ago for a wedding. I opted for the como humidity and brightness of a pair of sandals "fake jewel" of the cost of 10 Euros (satisfaction!), Which combined with tanned legs and enamel pukkila coral their say! I gave it a touch more color with necklace and earrings of yellow stones and lilac ... .then the inevitable watch casio and the final touch of a couple of lenses true vintage 80 course of "la vie en rose". Are you thinking that I aspire to become a fashion blogger ???? BUT NO! It is just to "prove" that you can feel good even if the face is pale and without a trace of makeup, her hair is not straight out of a spot of L'Oreal (much worth the same!) And with a tan which at times is gone, in short, without the pretense of perfection, which I find truly boring and Stereotyping! Result? I had fun! And the compliments never fail ... even if the most beautiful are always those of Mom and Dad! Yes, I know, "every scarrafon 'is bell mom soja"
Day 88. Miraculously tonight, after I do not know how many days, I returned the '