The season of big fluffy blankets, oversized pyjamas and cold feet is here, and I have to say - not at all my favourite.
It was the end of last November, when I've noticed my skin is throwing pale yellow shades. and my mood is perfectly matching the greyness of the sky. This may be a lovely soft finishing's scheme for London, but "my interiors" where in desperate need of the bright colour pallet of Spain. So to "decorate" them with a short trip to my beloved sunny Marbella, seemed like the right and very fabulous thing to do.
Laying in the skirts of Sierra Blanca, along the Mediterranean Sea, Marbella is the jewel of Costa del Sol. Charm, warmth and glamour- what more can a girl you ask for?
Enjoying the simple pleasures in life while surrounded by luxury and sun is not a crime, but if it was, I would be guilty as sin. The excitement kicked in from the moment I touched Spanish grounds.
Loading my luggage into the rented car was like having an Aperitif before a Grand dinner. And on the trip to the hotel I felt like a teenager who has just turned 18 and having juicy thoughts of all the mischief she will finally be up to.