IBIZA 2014

Hello hello 🙂 Look who’s being a model blogger and posting regularly again – I’m back baby 😉

As promised on Sunday, I bring to you a recap of my spectacular week on none other than my fav of the Islas Baleares: EIVISSA (or Ibiza in non Catalan terms a.k.a Spanish)

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I mentioned to you about a year ago that I feel a real connection to this particular island’s vibe… something about the hippy-ish, party thing they’ve got going on while still being sort-of down to earth and chilled really speaks to me. I guess the island sort of describes me well: I’ve got that wild, open, fun, talkative, party personality (read: hyperactive mojo that I cannot (will not) switch off) while also love the little things described on most dating homepages ** like oh I don’t know let’s say long walks on the beach (yawn ?), captivating discussions on life (yikes), beautiful flowers (well who doesn’t), pretty bracelets (which is just ma thang) and and and and… a really good sangria? Or does that fit into “party” ? Nevertheless: me and Ibiza, we just go together like PB and J, ok?

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(**sidenote: I have yet to desperately sign up on one, but we girls all seem to think alike and think certain “fun facts” attract a particular “type” (uhm, NOT) so I have a presumption on what one might find there.. okay? 😉 )

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My mom and I first started vacationing on the infamous party island when dear friends of ours invited us back in 2002. My mom being her slightly paranoid self (and I say this in the utmost loving way) couldn’t imagine why our friends would choose a drugged up, boozy British infested island as a family vacation destination and politely declined with each and every passing Summer – until said year. I don’t know how much begging and pleading went in to her booking our flights there, but knowing her will-power is far stronger than mine (I can melt like butter in a frying pan if convinced with plausible arguments… and am not too bull-headed about the idea in the first place, otherwise I can be strong like an Amazonian too  😉 ) I can imagine it took plenty of convincing… and we were both glad she “caved”: We proceeded to visit Ibiza every single following Summer.

Here is a quick photo blast from the past:

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DAVID GUETTA

DAVID GUETTA

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We soon discovered the hidden jewels the island had to offer.. sure it is known for its parties (and they really can be as awesome as raved about) but Ibiza also offers loads of culture, history and ambience…

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And so you can imagine the amount of memories we had established by the time my father thought it was his turn to explore the magical island… And explore he did: My plan for this holiday was to show him the places I found particularly special about the island, not the places he would normally be invited to. I made a point of going to the usual “hangouts” – places my mom and I discovered – as it truly was hard for me to be there without her for a full week and I couldn’t bear not experiencing the same adventures (the last time I was only there for 2 days, also with my father.. my mom and I sadly haven’t been back since I was 16).

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But of course reliving a moment sometimes makes you forget the creation of new ones.. I don’t know how many times I annoyed my dad with: “Well Mommy would have done this differently” instead of just embracing the fact that, despite it being the same island, the same place and sometimes the same friends around us, it just couldn’t be the same experience. Looking back I probably should’ve taken my own advice to heart and tried to “live a little, loosen up, “yolo”, not compare as much to the past, stop living in the past generally….” But we’ve all been there, and done that (I think).. and as already mentioned it is becoming a big goal of mine to stop worrying/over thinking and just LIVE.

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Carpe Diem, and all that jazz…

For example: the scene: We went to my favourite sunset café in the world (Café del Mar) and then went to the cutest place where they only serve Pan con Tomate (bread with some tomato spread on top), the best manchego cheese and jamón – that’s it. Talk about not being very paleo 😉

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Anyhoo, by the time we had relaxed, enjoyed the music, the sunset  and dinner, our original plan of heading to Pacha for Steve Aoki was slowly starting to feel too overwhelming… what – you want me to put on makeup, a dress and high-heels and go pay too much for 1 night of music and terrible pick-up lines? Uhm..

But then my dad came to the rescue and said he would drive us there (at like 1 am) if we got ready ASAP. Note: I hadn’t showered yet and my friend was about to fall asleep, because, well we thought we were going to be boring and not go after all.

So at 1.30 we were walking into the club…and danced…and were thrown cake at (I had whipped cream ON MY ARM – Aoki is CRAY CRAY)… and had the most AMAHZING time.

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I will be uploading some videos from that night and the night I saw Calvin Harris (OMG) later, as WordPress seems to have trouble with large videos…

Now having a fun girlfriend along for the trip not only meant fun disco party nights, but also waaaaaay too many pictures. The rest of this post will be conducted with limited commentary (I know, almost impossible for me 😉 )

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Love these two :) My godmothers children

Love these two 🙂 My godmother’s children

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Gotta do yoga

Gotta do yoga

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The time I copied Pinterest...

The time I copied Pinterest…

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She put sand into my bikini!!!

She put sand into my bikini!!!

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Cause I can only stay "serious" for so long

Cause I can only stay “serious” for so long

Yeah.. that happened

Yeah.. that happened

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Oh and for those of you who kept on scrolling and reading all the way until the end, here is a treat:

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DAVID GUETTA WAS AT THE BEACH WITH US. But of course, when we went up to him and asked for an autograph, he was too busy relaxing… he didn’t however say that to the skimpy-dressed girls who asked as well… shame

Looking back at these pictures make me want to up and leave for the island again.. I had such an amazing time with family and friends and cannot wait to go back 🙂

Thanks for reading! There will most likely be more pictures coming your way with the video uploads, as I didn’t want to make you look at ALL of them at once 😉

Have a beautiful day!

With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

 

 

Thinking out Loud Thursday


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Big shout out to Amanda (like always) for hosting my favourite Thursday post when inspiration fails to enrich me 🙂

1. It’s official: I’m going to be in Munich until the end of August working for MADAME. The reason I decided to deem it official now is that I finally have a room I can call mine 🙂 I found a small place near the office and will have two adorable roommates. I am so excited and cannot wait to discover more of Munich by actually living with students!

2. My skin is breaking out for the first time in forever. My diet has been wacky and I’m not doing any sports. I’ve been trying to detox, but am failing miserably… all goes well until 3pm when I NEED chocolate, or nuts, or rice.. anything but fruit/veg… I don’t know what to do. Someone help? I blame cheesecake.

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4. I saw Klangkarussel live last Friday with my best friend. You guys know Sonnentanz, right?

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5. Speaking of best friend, I mentioned I might be eating sushi without him (“I might be having sushi without u”). His response: sshi

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I was in hysterics (note: this is in Swiss German 😉 )

6. two words: THEY’RE REAL

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That’s right my friends, I’ve finally tried out Benefit’s famous lash product. And let me tell you, I am one happy beauty-freak 🙂

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I’m not sure if it was the mascara itself or the fact that it was just opened and therefore not yet clumpy, but my lashes looked noticeably different!

Here’s what they looked like at New Year

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All clumpy and stuff 😦 I guess I really shouldn’t still use 4-year-old mascara (I only use it when I go out).

7. I have found the most delicious raw chocolate bar.

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It’s made with coconut butter! Again.. in love 🙂

8. I pass by this view on my train drive to and from Zurich.

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9. I may not have eaten much chocolate over Easter, but I did enjoy this bunny filled with dark chocolate truffle.

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The ears are always first to go…

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I don’t know what it is, but I cannot travel without food… and for some reason I prefer foods I generally never eat! Generally I don’t travel often, so it is ok to make exceptions, but now I’m “eating not-clean” more often than I should…

10. I am in love with driving…

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This car is my new soul mate! It’s got seat warmers and everything.. what more could a girl want? 😉

That’s all for now! Have a lovely Thursday 🙂

With attitude and nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

Ibicenco in Mykonos

Ibiza or Mykonos? Spain or Greece? It’s always been island vs island for this former Ibicenco.

I first visited Mykonos 3 years ago with my father. Till that day, I had never heard of the island, nor had I really had much interest in exploring Greece beyond knowing their food. The landing was windy, as it is a windy island, with windmills scattered across the shores. Appealing to the eye, would be the white houses with blue shutters, unappealing probably the lack if greenery. “Just like Ibiza” my father uttered as we commenced the drive from the airport.
How dare he, my proud Ibiza-adoring self thought, rage and fury growing deep inside me, despising the island immediately after this careless comparison. I had seen little more than the teeny tiny airport and was already prepared to hate the island.
Ibiza, you see, holds quite a special place in my heart. I go there strictly with my mom, who actually never wanted to go because of its party history. I was eight when she was finally convinced by our Ibiza-going friends to come visit them – We have rarely missed a summer since!

The island has this aura, a wonderfully powerful hippy-esc feel, that seeps through you the minute you begin exploring. The beaches play loud music, the food is trendy, the people ooze complete coolness… What’s not to love?! Hippy markets take place frequently selling jewelry, clothes and leather, the town is just big enough to get lost in their art galleries, bikini stores and beach-ware shops, and there are ads for the upcoming parties plastered everywhere. Not even the beaches are safe from clubs, with a new lounge/disco/dj place popping up out of the blue, dotting the beach, attracting many coolness-oozing before-party people, which helps turn it into an internationally known mekah for glorious trend lovers. Loungers enjoy the music and drinks until late in the night, before flocking to Pacha or Space, following the group of people in white bikinis holding up massive, sparkly cherries (Pacha’s logo). It’s a sight! A boho-chic cladded sight that evolved into a trendsetting style now being adopted by summer fashion everywhere!!

So yes, I was a bit spiffed when an island I had basically never even heard of was being compared to the magic of Ibiza..

Three years later, I finally see what my well-meaning father was trying to say. Both are known for their party habits, both have a relaxed and laid-back feel, although people “in the know” find Mykonos more luxurious and Ibiza more bohemian (yet receiving more luxury and VIP-feel with its growing popularity). In my opinion their most profound differences are their cuisines: it’s feta or tortilla, Greek or Spanish, ouzo or hierbas. Sushi is great on both islands…

I have seen the sunsets, heard the music, experienced my fellow vacationers and have come to the conclusion that while Ibiza will always me my first love, Mykonos admittedly has a stylish feel to it. Many may share my preliminary caution and island vs island attitude, but don’t let that keep you from visiting at least once. You never know, you might start including a short trip to both islands instead of one long one to either or 🙂

With attitude and fading nail polish, Anoushé xoxo

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