And so, the holiday comes to an end. Now for the Oscar speech of gratitude...

A vineyard, in the sun, free tasting by 12 elegant women. No doubt we will appear on someone elses holiday shots...

A night at a club called 'Si Discoteca,' what could possibly go wrong?

Who wants to walk to Monte Toro when a drive is possible? Lets go elsewhere...

A knock at the door at brings 3 massage therapists through the door. Within minutes, massage tables are setup and bodies are naked...

We are bohemian, sun kissed goddesses with Vogue worthy beach hair. We saunter, catwalk style, along the coastal path to Cova d'en Xoroi...

Minibus adventures around Menorca...

Arrival at the villa, stripping and gin swilling - a successful day i'd say

Fictitious diary excerpts and snapshots from the holiday that never was... First stop, Brighton Beach...

Virus symptoms evolve and change, from unusual, itchy rashes to things now tasting strange, I’d like to add a few myself...