To be frank, I left for Ibiza with the intention to take a break from blogging. In the 5+ years I’ve run a blog, I’ve taken a grand total of about 5 days off – every day I’m working on blogging in some form of another. Whether it’s brainstorming ideas, shooting, researching locations, attending events, you name it, I’m doing it.
Arranging a long weekend dedicated to nothing but relaxing, eating and dancing with three of my favourite people felt so necessary, so I ditched my cameras, laptop and notepads and rocked up feeling pretty well, naked.
As it turns out, Ibiza is one of the most beautiful islands I’ve ever had the pleasure to step foot upon, therefore my ‘no work concept’ didn’t really go to plan. I will apologise for the dreadful quality of the imagery though. Seeing as my main aim was to take no photos at all, I had to fall upon my trusty iPhone when I just couldn’t help myself.
I’ve made no notes of the places we ate, drank or partied, so this isn’t the usual “What To Do In Ibiza” post, but more a visual diary that will (just maybe) inspire you to grab your besties and jump on that flight to the White Isle. Trust me, you won’t regret it!