I’m loving this song a lot these days….. I guess I’m in between moods. Again. It always happens when I travel a lot. I Just left Ibiza yesterday, being here with my loving family in Copenhagen tonight and getting ready to leave for NYC tomorrow night. I miss something – sometimes. But I’m not exactly sure what it is. Like an undefined sensation of longing, yet feeling very much grounded and in my body and happy with this situation of absolute imperfection. This song makes me contemplate, dream and feel
Leaving Ibiza was hard. Period. Could definitely have used a couple of days more on the beautiful island. But work calls. So I’m Copenhagen bound as we speak. But luckily we had the whole day at The Blue Marlin chilling on sun beds and doing the infamous long lunch before we took it directly to the airport. I’m still wearing my bikini under my tunic and I have sand in unspeakable areas. Right now, I’m stuck in Las Palmas waiting for my connecting flight to Scandi Candy land. A fog
It’s my last night here in Ibiza and I’m devastated. I could stay here at least one month. This island is addicting. The sea, the people, the restaurants, the clubs and chilled ambience is right up my alley. I’m staying here with an amazing crowd from all over the world. The last couple of days have been an abundance of top dinners, fun parties, clubs, long lunches, boat trips and some work. What I love about the time we live in now is, that it’s possible to do these trips
What can I say…. The most amazing day in the most amazing company. Breakfast, lunch, swimming, lounging, massage, working a bit and making new friends….. And dinner is served in one hour where after Pacha awaits. Yes, we need one night at the infamous club to show David Guetta some love. No doubt. I have not so much to say today…. I want to go down and change before people arrive at the house for the dinner party. More tomorrow. here is a glimpse of the chilled Ibiza lifestyle when
Going to Ibiza for a bit and as usual I’m in a rush when packing and I haven’t got the faintest idea what I brought here. Why am I this unorganized? And why does it surprise me every time that I’m unorganized…? But it’s Ibiza and as long as you like the beach, rosé, music, tattoos and long lunches in Formentera I guess you’ll be fine. I’m here to hang with a beautiful bunch of friends from NYC who have a house here. And it’s the most insanely amazing spot.