After seven times taking off and landing in a plane, after being stranded in Florence due to a canceled flight, after an emergency landing in Palma de Mallorca, after an insane weekend with wedding planner Lotte at ‘our’ wedding venue and an equally insane crazy-house-it-doesn't-stop-with-the-magic weekend with all the bridesmaids in Ibiza, I am now sitting with a cup of tea, a mask on my face, and quite a few flu symptoms, looking out at a rainy Brooklyn. I am exhausted, but oh my god, was it all worth it. This week was a dream. There was only love. There was also quite a bit of misery with planes (that emergency landing is no joke), but nothing could disturb the dream. We laughed about that emergency landing, had another little cava to celebrate it. With Lotte, I was stranded in an incredibly remote hotel somewhere in the suburbs of Florence, and we laughed at the bizarre situation. We sat like princesses admiring the sunset, the birds chirping like you only hear in fairy tales, and then you find yourself eating cold pasta with ketchup in a dining room lit by a tube light, full of hungry and stranded people. But as I said: it didn't matter at all. Because the dream week remained the dream week. Maybe all that bad luck was exactly what made the dream even more of a fairy tale, and we all lived happily ever after, looking back on that week full of love and magical moments.

I certainly remembered the magic of the wedding venue, but I had already forgotten how beautiful it really was. It cannot be captured in a photo. It cannot be described in words. But really, believe me, it is so beautiful here. Lotte and I go through everything, dotting all the i's and returning with a wedding that is ready to begin. Mission accomplished. And by the way: what a star Lotte is.

My dearest friends will certainly not be dressed in hysterical pink pouf dresses in a month. But my bridesmaids (between us: ‘the bridesbabes’) definitely will be. And to celebrate that I will soon be tied down, they took me to Ibiza. Well, I was kidnapped. In a pink limousine, with champagne for breakfast. And then I got on the plane blindfolded, destination unknown. The whole flight, the people on the plane played along with the game. The pilot even announced that we were going to Lapland, but that turned out to be completely untrue. It became the island of magic. Of freedom. And where I have been going since I was very little: Ibiza. What a dream, and what a friendship. One by one, these women are the sisters I never had. It was amazing. I look back on it with a smile. And I will tell you a lot more about it next week. Because today, and yesterday and the day before, my head is pounding, my eyes are closing, and I am only drinking ginger tea with a few lumps of aspirin. Well, that's what you get. But as I said: it was all worth it. Will you read along next week? Then I can close my eyes again with a peaceful heart.