Birthdays Are Better In The Sunshine • Palma, Mallorca
This year I decided I was fed up of spending my birthday in the same city doing the same shit as everyone else and not having it actually feel like my birthday. I've always been "lucky" enough to have my birthday fall on a bank holiday/ half term, which growing up I was so thankful for, but as I've gotten older, it's become more and more of a burden and less important due to living in a city that celebrates a bank holiday more than New Years Eve.
I am a huge sun worshiper, so I took the opportunity this year to spend my birthday on the beautiful island of Mallorca, Spain. Being sat in 30C heat all day, everyday is my idea of paradise and despite being away from my family, my only other concern was making sure I didn't end up with horrific tan lines.
I managed to get myself booked on a flight 2 weeks before I left, and had an amazing friend that was willing to put me up for the duration of my stay. Before I had the chance to think, my bags were packed and I was sat waiting for my £95 (return) EasyJet flight to be called at Bristol airport.
My friend lives in a beautiful 10th story apartment in Magaluf... somewhere I had a terrible misconception of from trashing TV shows and friends that have been there on booze-fueled holidays. Despite its reputation, Magaluf is beautiful! I don't think I've ever been so shocked and disappointed in myself for prejudging a place so much.
Whilst my friend worked, I spent my days on the beach and making trips into Palma to shop and meet family friends (my best friend's mum and siblings are lucky enough to live on this beautiful island!). Having spent a few days relaxing I was ready to do what everyone comes to Magaluf to do.... PARTY. We spent Saturday (my birthday eve) hopping from beach club to bar, slowing feeling the effects of forgetting to put suncream on due to multiple cocktail consumption, ultimately finding ourselves with a bottle of champagne inside a tattoo and piercing shop.... my mother will be relieved to know I did not take part in any tattooing, I did however get my ear pierced, champagne is a wonderful pain relief.
After passing out embarrassingly early, I woke up on my birthday (Sunday) not feeling so fresh, but having been woken up at the crack of dawn by my family facetiming me to wish me happy birthday, we headed over to our destination for the day, BH Mallorca and the Kiss FM Opening Pool Party.
We'd bought ourselves €35 day passed to the event, giving us free bar and free food for the duration, but as soon as we arrived and saw the VIP set-up we knew we could do better. Despite cringing at the thought of our bank accounts in the morning, we paid the cost of the cabana bed we had our eye on and spent our day feeling like a king and queen. I'd never actually been to a beach club/ pool party before this trip, and god did I not know what I was missing.
I've been very fortune throughout my life to have been taken to some truely beautiful and breathtaking places, and although Palma wasn't the most beautiful and breathtaking, I really cannot fault that day and the love I felt from the people around me, even with the 2 McDonald's burgers I scoffed on my way home that night.
Had I not had work to come back to, or if i had a job I could have easily bailed on, I would have happily stayed for another week... month.... year! The life style and people are genuinely some of the strangest, probably because of the copious amounts of booze and potentially drugs, but I honestly cannot wait to get myself back to this little guilty pleasure of mine.