"Welcome to Ibiza!" Isn't that like a song? But what song, I forgot the title. Only the lyrics are quite familiar in my brain.
"Ssshh... lower your voice, Ivy."
I ignored Jayde's rebuke and walked away leaving him behind me. Even I just got off the plane, but I can smell the salty water of the beach and hear the sound of the waves in the distance. The air here is very warm. Unlike some of the countries we visited yesterday. I should have put my jacket in my suitcase and not have to carry it around like this. My clothes were getting drenched with sweat.
"I can't wait to see the beach."
"We have to get our suitcases first. After that we will look for someone to pick us up today. Luckily the hotel provides pick-up facilities from the airport."
"Baggage collection turn right. Do we need to line up for immigration?"
