It's a rainy morning here in Auckland, and I've awaken with the chickens. (It's just after 5am here). I'm at the French Cafe, a delightful place with an extensive wine list! Although it is much too early to drink wine, it's even too early for the place to be open -- but I've made friends with the owner, which is the reason for missing my flight. Rachael wasn't interested in traveling the world with me, perhaps I have much more growing up to do?

I've decided to take a last minute trip to Ibiza. I was originally scheduled to fly to Rome, boring old Rome. Perhaps I'll reclaim some of my lost childhood in Ibiza?