The Blonde: Summer

It seems like a lifetime ago that I was sitting in Orange Square, tipsy on Sangria served by cute Spanish waiters with Vicky, but the reality is it was only a few weeks ago.

Since then, my tan has faded (best tan of my life, by the way) but my love for Sangria has grown even stronger and my desire to save to get back to Europe has intensified tenfold.

There is nothing quite like walking along the beach with the sun shining down on you (yes I can do that here, but for about 5 minutes as it's 40+ degrees!) and stopping for a salad and a glass of Sangria at one of many sea front cafés. Which is pretty much how Vicky and I spent every day of our holiday (and the rest spent horizontal on a beach lounger, snoozing and reading..bliss!)

We jetted off to Malaga early one morning to begin our girls holiday in 'Marbs'. I used to work with Vicky in London and she fast became one of my very best friends, so it was brilliant to finally get away with her, which we've been threatening to do for years!

We had both just worked across the whole month for the World Cup (Vicks in the slightly more glamorous location of Rio, Brazil!) so we were both in need of a holiday that didn't involve much more than sunbathing, eating, and drinking cocktails. We were staying midway between Peurto Banus and Marbella old town (the former we went to one night and hated it, the latter we tried to go to as many times as possible because it was beautiful!)

Day one started as we meant to go on - sunbathing on our hotels roof top pool, followed by a stroll along the beach, and afternoon (evening) tea (less tea, more Sangria) in a gorgeous cafe called The Boardwalk, to which we became regular visitors during the week.