The Ibiza effect.

We fucked Ibiza.

And Ibiza fucked us.

Hard.

Two guys were whipped by jellyfish while swimming around the party boat.

Later, one of them aspirated while drinking water and vomited in the beach club.

His girlfriend ran to catch a cab and fell face first into asphalt. She shredded her knee and earned a euro-sized blister on her chin.

I was caught in a torrential rainstorm that induced sneezing, waterfall snot, and zombie-like fatigue.

Another girl had unexplained nausea for a 24 hour period. Was it the Molly, the alcohol, or the Adderall?

And lastly, the last guy abruptly developed swelling, redness, and pain in his ankle. He couldn’t recall any trauma.

A medical mystery?

Call it the Ibiza effect.