The Rabbit at Soho House Ibiza
The Rabbit at Soho House Ibiza "Do you see the girl lying to your right, about five meters away?" Carla asked me. "What girl? That's a German athlete." "Leonardo DiCaprio's ex-girlfriend!" "Well, that guy - if he's not afraid to get horizontal with such bodies, it's no wonder he's conquered so many peaks in Hollywood." I laughed. The sun was hammering down hard. It was May, but it felt like summer. Maybe on this island, that's just normal. Around the pool - the size of a volleyball court - beautiful creatures were sprawled on generous loungers topped with thick mattresses. Chill music drifted from behind, and in front of us stretched wide green fields with gently rolling hills, curled like a sheep's fleece. Yes, a person could easily weep in a setting like this and forget for a moment the transience of existence, I thought - just as a charming young woman dressed in white approached us. "You ...