Remember when I went to Ibiza last Summer and wrote this post? I left a changed woman. So now, a year on, having been a second time for a record-breaking 2 weeks (try taking me anywhere else for a fortnight and I’ll point-blank refuse), I thought I’d write another open letter to the island I hold dear.
In each of the 3 looks within this post, I’m wearing PrettyLittleThing – who I was lucky enough to collaborate with to put together a mini Ibiza lookbook. Though I spent most days in nothing but a bikini, these PLT pieces were my go-to when I wanted to either cover up a little or dress up in the evenings. My favourite? The bardot tiered-sleeve maxi dress. With a beautiful floral print and in a floaty chiffon fabric, there simply isn’t a more perfect dress for cocktails on a balmy evening. I love.
I came back, I promised you I would. And though 12 months have passed, that time feels like a lifetime and a fleeting moment in equal measures. I had missed you. I thought of you often; your beauty by day, your seductive charm by night and your sunsets that always leave me speechless. I wondered too, more than once, whether I had romanticised you ever so slightly. Were my memories tainted by my affection for you?
The truth I suppose, is yes. Though that affection is born out of awe, admiration and an everlasting desire to stay with you, time and time again. I’m in awe of your landscapes, your lifestyle, the people and the places that inhabit you. I admire your beauty and charm, your ability to coax me out of my shell and encourage me to play. And my desire to stay, to return, is simply because I find you magnetic, fascinating.
Because you’re more than just a place, an area of a map. You’re a feeling. It’s as if giddiness, happiness and playfulness are heightened all at once – forming this Ibiza feeling that when I’m with you, I can’t shake. You envelop me, stealing me from my everyday life and routine and guiding me somewhere that almost can’t be described, only shown. With you, I enter another dimension, one that I vow to revisit many more times while I’m still on this Earth.
Because when I leave, I leave with an energy that lasts so long. I still feel the electronic music vibrating through my veins, hear the sound of the first crickets as the sun rises at dawn, feel the blazing sun as it beats down on my skin and leaves its signature golden glow. The memories I create with you energise me, make me smile spontaneously on a grey day, make me smug, as if you and I share a secret that no one else knows. And they won’t know, not how you make me feel or how you shape me each time I visit. That’s between us – and I quite like it that way.
I’ll be back Ibiza, you know I will. But for now, I want to say thank you – for being a teacher, an ally and a friend. A part-time lover.
Until we meet again.
This is a sponsored post in collaboration with PrettyLittleThing.