I would have LOVED to blog about our amazing Saturday night’s party but a lot of questions need to be answered before. Like:

- how come the swimming pool ended up IN the villa

- how did I end up in the swimming pool

- whose shirt did I woke up with

- where is my dress

- where did all this money come from

- why did this guy dance with a pan on his head

- how possible is it that it was raining inside

- what was in those cocktails

- how much did the staff want to kill us the day after.

I honestly don’t remember the causes and consequences. Worse: nobody wants to send me the pictures. I’m not sure I want to see them. Actually, I’m not sure you should see them. If you think that it sounds like a wild party, make it 10 times wilder and you’ll have the idea.

Aspirin. Please.