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Ibiza

Ibiza, Spain

I used to go out a lot. Like most rebellious teenyboppers of the Paris Hilton/Lindsay Lohan era, my idea of a good time used to be standing on chair or table (settling for wtv was available at the time) while  sweating profusely with my arms in the air, and my butt low to the ground dancing to David Guetta vs. The Egg’s “Love Don’t Let Me Go”. Am I showing my age? Since then the concept of going out has me tired just thinking about it. The getting dressed, putting my face on, ordering an uber, driving in the stinky uber, getting in the place, arguing to get a better table, sitting for a large portion of the evening on my phone waiting for a song I don’t hate to come on, also going to bed at four has lost it’s appeal…it just sounds exhausting.  K, now I’m really showing my age. All that being said, you’re probably thinking then why the hell would you go to the EDM capital of the world Claude? The answer is…a mix of the nostalgia of the good old days, and it’s sunny there. If you know anything about me you’d know that when I put my mind up to something, I always give it 110% and Ibiza was no different. I was going to commit to Ibiza, and have the best time ever, even if it meant my old lady body would have to take the rest of our vacation to recover….and boy did it.

I don’t want to bore you with all the mind blowing details so here’s our vlog from my 26th birthday week on the island that never sleeps…CLICK ME

One thing is certain…

We had fun. The kind of fun you have at a music festival when you’re feeling free in a field, dancing to your favourite band, during that golden hour. I mean sure, did I order 2AM espressos at Pacha waiting for David Guetta to go on, yes, but I danced and stayed up until 6AM, so grandma felt pretty cool. Since we’ve been back everytime I hear a Kygo song I start planning my birthday for next year. Hoping I can take my friends to the island and dance to Stargazing together at Ushuaia. Not sure how feasible that’s going to be but, hey a girl can always dream. All I know is Ibiza hasn’t seen the last of this old broad.


Saint-Laurent sunnies, For Love and Lemons dress, Loewe panda bag, and Vans Old Skools.

Barcelona

Barcelona, Spain

If you guys have seen our latest adventure vlog from our time in Barcelona, you know the city wasn’t the usual sunny, joyful paradise we were used to visiting. We arrived an hour after the awful tragedy that occurred on Las Ramblas, claimed the lives of 13 people, and injured 100 others. The culprits were still at large and the manhunt taking place was covered on every news channel and radio station. The heightened security procedures in the streets and in our hotel made us feel more anxious than safe and the mood of the city was dark to say the least.

The people of Barcelona were sad for their city, and as tourist  we felt guilty for even being there. To see locals, bend over backwards to make sure our little vacation wasn’t bothered or altered in any was blew my mind. If I heard one more person apologize for what occurred I was going to have to start hugging strangers and ask them to shut up. I wanted to tell everyone to go home, check on your loved ones, take a day off. It was a lot to handle for anyone let alone the people who call the city home. Yet their worries and anxiety revolved around guests having the best possible experience. To say we felt bad inconveniencing anyone would be the understatement of the century.

After 2 days spent held up in our hotel at my father’s request, we finally sneaked out of our little fortress, to take a tour of the vibrant city we love so much. Todos Con Barcelona, was something that was felt on every street corner, and plaza. As we were living fearful and guilt ridden in our little bubble  life went on in Barcelona, and the city refused to let their oppressors win. We wondered at the gothic architecture, binged on tapas, drank Estrella, and wandered the city. We finished our day at Las Ramblas, in a crowd of hundreds mourning the events that took place and honouring those who had lost their lives. No one was scared, no one was fearful, no one let the events that took place take the city’s spirit away. I regretted ever spending a minute more in that hotel room.  We love you, and your people Barcelona, and cannot wait to come back and visit soon.

Zara headband, Rayban sunnies, Storets dress, Chanel backpack, and Golden Goose Deluxe Brand Sneakers

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