It's 4.30 in Ibiza and time for lunch. I really don't know if I could ever get used to these weird eating hours out here. No one has dinner till 10pm at which point my british tummy is howling in pain and I feel quite faint. Here is my pal Tayo eating fish and drinking wine by the sea. I had a Spanish omelette and some lemon Fanta. Fascinating eh? ;)
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