This is officially the most glamorous 24 hours of my life thus far, and I like to think that my entire existence is pretty fucking glamorous. (Just kidding, well half-kidding.) Since Zac wins the Best Summer Job Award for his gig at Ibiza’s premier concierge service, I’ve been enjoying VIP access to the most amazing places at an already amazing vacation spot. Immediate thought when I stepped off the plane: gee, it’s like 20 degrees hotter here than in Germany! Zac was at the gate, I squealed at the sight of him, and we were on the beach for lunch within ten minutes, no exaggeration. Then we had mojitos (again, on the beach) at Blue Marlin, ate dinner at L’elephant, and hit Space, my first superclub (it was voted the world’s number one nightclub several times over). Today we sunned despite the rain clouds and ate lunch at a restaurant that was … surprise, by the beach.

Our Monday night plans include people-watching in Ibizatown and partying at Privilege, the biggest nightclub in the world, which is hosting Tiësto, the best DJ in the world. Seriously, everywhere I’m going is either “the best” or “the biggest”. Fuck Vegas, this is adult Disneyland. Patrick is totally jealous about this DJ tonight since he’s really into techno and I’m just an indifferent listener. “This is so unfair. You’re not even going to appreciate the experience!” he said to me on the phone. (He’s currently on day three of a ten-day Israel trip, so I’m not exactly sympathetic.)

Of all the places I’ve been to in Europe, Ibiza has got to be the most foreign … at least in the sense that it might as well be television. Everyone here is extremely tan, fit, and scantily clad (or just as often, nude). The longest I’ve gone without hearing techno is three hours, and that’s because we were at dinner. There are famous people and wealthy people and politically important people, just walking around! I’m convinced this entire island is one big music video I accidentally stumbled upon. I would say “one big photo shoot”, but actually, there was a photo shoot at Blue Marlin yesterday. Um, pinch me. I’ve only been here one day and I can already tell this is going to be a week of extremes.

And also? I feel a lot better. But not because of Ibiza, precisely. Pretty sure it’s because of Zac :)