📝This novel is being corrected. Sorry for the misspellings

Ibiza is a paradise. Everything you can imagine, you will find there. And even that which you can't imagine.

I left on August 18 and plan to stay here as long as possible, the weekend before college begins again on Monday, September 3rd. For some of my colleagues it starts tomorrow, Thursday the 30th. But I have been lucky enough to start the third. Some of my friends have already finished their vacation. I can still enjoy these days that I have ahead, take advantage of the disconnection and put the batteries later even if I will not feel like anything. What I do want is to start this year, to practice and graduate.

These days away from London have served as relaxation. The only friend I've kept talking to more often, is Tay. The other, Jules. The girls have also talked to me but I've not spoken to neither Finn nor Pat. Georgina is already be in London since yesterday. And, my parents, as heavy as ever, but from Brazil.

My mother keeps sending me the photos of their breakfasts together, of the typical foods they try, of the beach... The occasional selfie with my father... My father comments about my WhatsApp statuses, worries about how I am, but doesn't give me so much trouble. The downside of all this is that we will almost be back the same day and I will be in a very bad mood on Monday. Nothing good for the start of classes...

I guess we all like to share our things in one way or another. They send it to me, they put it in their statuses and they will surely send it to all their friends.

I simply put photos in my statuses, in my stories and on my Instagram. It is easier to share with everyone, rather than saying we are sending a photo to the child every 15 minutes saying «we are going to take a picture for the child.» Because yes, I know, my mother does that. And she doesn't stop seeing me as a child. No matter how much time has passed. She will never tire.

Her child has done nothing more than go wild. My mother does not know but, after all the photos of my WhatsApp status, there is a lot to tell. Of course she doesn't know what my Instagram account is. All a luck I need to be able to upload whatever I want without the need for her or my father to see it. And thank goodness ... But I am also careful because I know that I could reach them easily and it is the last thing I want.I would not like them to see the stories of the Es Paradis Ibiza disco and the water festival I went to on Tuesday, August 21. This is how I also spent that Friday, invited by the girls I met on that first day. I also spent that night with them, although it was only one of them that ended up making it happen to me better. When I wanted to realize it, it was already dawn.

The Ibiza sun is nothing like the London sun. It is a completely different world, like the party, the closing of the premises and everything in general. While in England the majority of nightclubs usually close around four in the morning, in Spain they close at six in the morning. Life there is totally different. They go to bed late, get up late, eat at other times, take a nap and have unique meals.

I think I have never tasted anything better in my life than Iberian ham. Or a good Mediterranean salad with its good extra virgin olive oil. Needless to say, the omelette. I think I will return home with a few extra kilos between muscle —since I have not stopped exercising— and meat. But, better, my mother is always telling me that I have to eat more. Well, I've already eaten for a few days.

The highlight though was Amnesia. It was Charis, a girl from Es Paradis Ibiza, who recommended I go there. She said that if I liked to party, have a good time and get black-out drunk, I would love it.

I did not know what she meant by «losing consciousness», but she told me literally «you will forget everything, for something it call Amnesia». And yes, she was right. I forgot what time it was, what time I had entered, what was her name, which had brought me here. I forgot so much that I almost forgot about myself.

Charis was English, specifically from the coastal city of Brighton in the south. She said that she came with her friends every summer to Ibiza because the fun is unmatched. I haven't seen her since night in Amnesia.

It was terrible to wake up without knowing where I was. I felt completely out of place. When I opened my eyes and saw my arm in front of my eyes, on clean white sheets and a room illuminated by sunlight, I didn't even know what to do.

I looked at how clean the floor was, where I could see my clothes and realized that my arm was hanging by the side of the bed where I was lying, with my head resting on the mattress and not on the pillow. I straightened up enough to see a little more of that room, supporting my hands so as not to get unbalanced because it was cloudy and, at once, I heard a voice saying «hello, yogurín». Something I did not understand. Only the «hello» in my language, followed by a Spanish word that I did not understand. When I looked to the bed, I saw a woman. A mature woman.

She was smiling at me with a mischief that didn't match the age her face looked like. I stared at her with my mouth open. I wouldn't know if she hadn't brought her hand up to my chin to close it.

"Your slime is going to drop..." She said in not too perfect English. But what she didn't know is that I was actually freaking out because I didn't remember anything and had woken up in bed with an older woman.

"How old are you?" I asked, sitting up to kneel on the bed. When I realized I was naked, I hastened to cover myself because I was ashamed to see that woman at least my mother's age.

"Forty-four. What's the matter?" She said to me like if was totally normal. But I had never slept with someone so mature.

"Don't screw me..." I said and got out of bed to get dressed as fast as I could.

"Well, you had a good time yesterday, child..." She said offended. But she got up and went to me to take my arm and pull me sensually.

"Don't you want to repeat?" She ask.

She was not naked. She wore one of those thin, red lingerie sets, standing out on her skin. Her well-toned body did not appear to be that of a forty-four-year-old woman.

"No, the truth is no." I answered because I didn't feel capable of anything and I wanted to get out of there.

She released my arm in frustration and I finished dressing.

"Well, if you change your mind, go to Café Mambo and ask for Rosario..." She said, sitting down on the bed in the most sensual way. "Or Charo..." She said lifting one of her shoulders. And I knew I would forget her strange name sooner than later.

"Bye." I said it without further ado and left even though I didn't even know where I was.

I did not plan to return. I had no intention of going to the bar, the one whose name I had already forgotten, much less looking for that forty-four-year-old Charo. Still when I remember what he called me, I wonder what it was and what he meant.

But little by little I was remembering how I ended up in that woman's bed, how we were almost undressing on the street, from Amnesia to her chalet and how we were together until we fell asleep. I remembered that she told me how well I did everything and that, to be so young, she had made her reach an orgasm earlier and better than her husband, that she was cheating with me. Something she said to me in the middle of everything. And I didn't care at all either. After all, as much as I was surprised that she was that older, I had a good time. But the best was yesterday's boat party. There was music, youth, drink and, above all, the greatness of the sea under a scorching sun that gradually faded until night came.

When they told me about Ibiza, I couldn't imagine how magnificent it would be. And it is nothing like they tell you. You always have to live it to know it. And I have lived Ibiza in style. I have ascended to its clear blue sky, with its golden and hot sun, I have submerged in its temperate waters and I have descended to dry land. Until I realize that I fly too high and the fall is harder. But I know that I will continue to let myself be carried away by the euphoria of each moment, that I will not stop enjoying everything that I am and everything that I have and that, I will return to Ibiza.