Here, Lissy shares her thoughts, experiences and inner musings direct from the dancefloor. Partying as a profession is a hard life, but somebody's gotta do it! Better late than never, one of my best friends from home, Jono, who I grew up and have travelled the world with, came to town with a few of his mates.
Before settling down for a relaxed week at his villa in Palma, he decided to swing by Ibiza for some clubbing fun. We met at DC10 for a Monday night Circoloco session.
It was my first time there this summer, and the line-up was spot-on. Musically, it was some of the best I'd heard all season. Of course, the party continued back at his Santa Eulalia apartment until gone Rhythm and Max Dean. The music was right up my alley, and I snagged a ton of golden Shazams. You can't go wrong. Though the food was surprisingly good for that price point, my tummy wasn't completely satisfied, so I indulged in a McDonald's and capped it off with my last Vivi's ice cream of the summer.
Friday started with a sweet, intimate breakfast thrown by James and Steffi as a final team farewell. Later in the evening, I headed to San Rafael for a late dinner before returning to Amnesia for the first part of its Closing Festival spectacle.
The vibes were unreal, and the crowd was on a whole different level. A day spent packing up an entire apartment and cleaning it top to bottom - the parts you don't often see on social media.
