I'm Running Out of Superlatives - Ibiza (Day One)

Got back from the company trip to Ibiza last night and the adventure surpassed my wildest dreams.

This is my face every day now

I've had so many wonderful experiences in Paris that I feel like I've used up my allotment of "awesomes" and "incredibles" and "stunnings" for the next several years. So how can I describe Ibiza? There are no acceptable words left, so maybe I'll just put up some pictures and a couple of videos:

We met at Pretty Simple early in the morning and then hauled our bags and suitcases down the street to the waiting buses:

After a two hour flight we landed in sunny Ibiza

Here's one of the two buses that took us to the hotel

They got a lot of rain before we arrived, so it was very green and lush

Here we all are checking into the hotel... the magic was about to start

Many rooms had Jacuzzis. How incredible is that? 

Some rooms had private decks... with amazing views of the ocean! 

The view from my room was... uh... super duper! (See? No more superlatives..)

Check out this... fantabulous... private Jacuzzi on my deck! (Fantabulous? Really?)

We had free cocktails by the pool and watched the sun set. Beautifous! (That doesn't even sound like a word.)

Dinner was... uh... yummy. <sigh>

I literally can't do it anymore... I'm going to take a break and watch "Old Yeller" and "Requiem for a Dream", then I'll put up a more somber post about DAY TWO in Ibiza!