One of Europe’s best hidden treasures…. Well the secret is out, It is the Island of Mallorca.

Mallorca.. an island off the coast of Spain, apart of the Balearic Islands and only a thirty minute flight from Barcelona.

It is where the world’s ultra-rich, socialites, and celebrities hide out to keep their vacationing under wraps and remove themselves from the spotlight. It is hard to remind yourself this island isn’t made of money considering the world’s largest yahts are stationed in the stunning ports that outline the island.

 Plain and simple, this island is pure gold.

Arriving at the St. Regis Hotel just outside of the island’s capital, Palma was nothing less than lovely and honestly, mind-blowing.

The hotel was prestige, warm yet conservative and POSH.

The service was perfection and the food was even better and fresh as can be.

During the day time, you could relax on the sun beds that just happened to be warming water beds. The Mediterranean ocean was glittering just beyond the cliffs and the sun was brighter than ever.

Mallorca was what I would consider, heaven on earth.

Look who we woke up to outside our door every morning :)

Some of our day trips involved visiting the charming ports that hold these mega yachts, and just with our luck, we happened to be in Mallorca during the international boat show.

The ports were something that I would imagine a quaint European port to be like. Little boutiques and restaurants lined the marina and the sailboats were coming in and out of the marina as the day led on.

I know I use the word posh very frequently but when I would describe posh to someone, it would be the Ports in Mallorca. Mallorca is the Aspen of Europe, and obviously the beach version.

The fashion was incredible. Men strolled around with bright colored slacks, button-ups, and dress shoes as they left their yachts. The women shuffled off their yachts in their sky-high Louboutins and Dolce & Gabanna yacht wear.

I was so incredibly intrigued by the charm of this destination spot for the world’s rich and famous but I was more intrigued by the fashion.

Wearing haute couture and high-end brands while boating? Am I dreaming or is this real life? UNBELIEVEABLE.

I couldn’t get enough.

I was addicted.

One night we attended flamenco dancing to get a taste of the Spanish culture which was entertaining to say the least. The costumes were beautiful and didn’t only extenuate the women’s beauty but showcased Spain’s history and authentic culture.

At dinner we dinned on fish and seafood that was caught just hours before they were placed on our table, the Mallorcan wine was as sweet as could be.

The little night clubs that over looked the marinas were filled with socialites, and heavy hitters that were in a trance from the deep house music that filled the room and the Dom Perignon that was in every champagne flute.

The architecture was beautiful, especially the Palma cathedral. It is hands-down the most underrated and breathe-taking cathedral I have ever laid my eyes on.

The turquoise blue water in the Mediterranean and golden beaches were unbelievable.

All together, Mallorca is posh, beautiful and some where I would absolutely die to visit again soon.

Having my family there, our best family friends, and good company made this trip one we will talk about for eternity and an inspiration for what I hope to work towards so I can have a future just like the people I admired those days I spent in the ports.

Back to the Balearic Islands in a week …

For the one and only…

IBIZA.

X,

A

Dublin, Ireland. Famously known for their Irish pubs, Irish lads, leprachauns (trust me we saw a few), Jameson, and Guinness beer.

Dublin was just that and more. The city was more of a town, no sky scrappers, just pubs for miles.  There were jolly people with funny Irish accents roaming the cobble stone streets and no shortage of the color green.

When I arrived in Dublin, I felt comforted because I was finally back in the UK. Ireland wasn’t as much as a culture shock and the people were much nicer there. 

After getting unpacked we headed over to the the most popular pub in Dublin, the Temple bar. Every single pub was packed to the rim. There was literally lines out the door to get in because every one was in town for St. Patty’s weekend, naturally.

The bars were so much fun, definitely different than what I imagined them to be…there was live bands in each pub and if it wasn’t live bands they had DJ’s spinning to give the pub a more club-esque feel. 

Our favorite pub that we could just not get enough of all weekend was “Fitzsimmons” the pub was three stories with a rooftop bar. Each floor was a different scene. The first floor had more of a hipster feel, with a live band playing 90s throwbacks.. think Goo Goo Dolls & Red Hot Chilli Peppers. 

And the Guinness… oh my the Guinness. I have never drank it before coming to Dublin but when I tried it for the first time at a pub there.. it was amazing, straight from the factory just down the street! And how could I forget, Irish Cider. My favorite!

After a night out in Dublin, we woke up at 5am the next morning to catch a tour bus that drove us across the country to see one of the seven wonders of the world… The Cliffs of Moher.

The Cliff trip was one for the books and one touring experience I will never forget for the rest of my life.

We got on the bus at 630 am, when we went to bed at 330am. Normally, you can imagine the atmosphere on the bus would have been hostile, tired, and grumpy, which in reality is was the exact opposite. The party must have never ended from the night before because the bus was filled with laughter, excitement, and an outburst of energy which was coming from the back of the bus, the U of A crew.


And let it be known... that was only the beginning of the little game we like to play, Smirnoff Icing.

All of our friends from UA who are studying all around Europe met in Dublin for the weekend. It was a mad house. Everyone brought a party favor on the bus whether it was wine, Jameson, Smirnoff ices…..well, you get the point.

On the way to the cliffs our 3 hour trip quickly turned into a 5 hour trip because of one little problem….

Our bus was ON FIRE AND SMOKING.

We pulled over on the highway and found ourselves to be in the middle of absolutely no where surrounded by fields of ultra green farms and cows.. usually people would be angry or annoyed.. well we couldn’t be happier.

We ran out of the bus and ran around the farms for an hour and a half until the next bus came to pick us up…pure comedy and actually the most fun we had the entire tour.


Frolicking in the countryside of Ireland? 
Since when is that normal and who ever does that?

Learning about Irish worms?

After a 5 hours we finally reached the cliffs.

Wow.

The view was absolutely breathe-taking. It is no wonder why the Cliffs of Moher is one of the seven wonders of the entire world.

600ft. up we looked over the North Atlantic ocean with our feet hanging over the cliffs. It was such an incredible life experience. Being at the Cliffs of Moher with all of my favorite people in the world, even my best friends who were visiting from Arizona.

The pictures can’t do the Cliffs justice so if you ever get a chance, I recommend you visit this miraculous place and I promise you will never forget it.

Afterwards, we stopped at a few more landmarks that are famous in Ireland, one being an ancient chapel in the middle of no where, so eerie yet so intriguing.

After 4 hours on the bus, we finally made it back to Dublin and the St. Patrick’s day festivities were quickly beginning.

St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin..

Every year, all over the world, this day is dedicated to two things: The color Green and Guinness beer.

Being in the center of Dublin for St. Patrick’s day was a celebration I will always look back on.
Whether people were wearing outrageous leprechaun outfits, four leaf clover body suits, painted in green from head to toe, it was absolutely insanity.

Guinness was rushing out of the kegs, Irish car bombs were on every bar table and the mood in the streets was...I don't even have a word to describe it, basically it was complete and utter madness.

The energy through out Dublin that day was contagious. Everyone was so happy, even the police officers were having a good time! The parade kick-started the festivities with authentic Irish traditions being displayed on parade floats. The Irish pubs were over-packed but it didn’t even matter, the party on the street was bigger than the party that was going on inside anyway.

My first authentic St. Patrick’s day was no upset, and every St. Patrick’s day from this point forward will never be the same.

After a day of Irish madness and stories that are better left unsaid, the holiday didn’t end until the early hours of the next day.

Our last day in Dublin, we strolled over to the Guinness factory. It was SO cool to see. It was so interactive, you make your “perfect pint”, shop for their authentic Guinness gear, walk through the Guinness making process, indulge in some delicious Guinness beef stew and a pint of Guinness that was brewed earlier that day. Not to mention that Gravity bar that was on the rooftop of the factory which gave you a 360 view of the entire city.

Gravity Bar

St. Patrick’s day in Dublin was epic.

Absolutely insanity, and I loved every second of it.

Now back to Barcelona to give a warm welcome to my family & family friends and off to Mallorca!

X,

A