48 HOURS IN MALLORCA

When I was heading towards the Champagne-Ardenne region, I received a phone call from a lovely lady from Gaastra. If I was interested in heading to Mallorca with May-Britt to experience the world of sailing up close?  Without any hesitation we both said yes.

A few days later we received our program that started with a very early call time; a 5:30 am flight. Ouch, that meant a 4:00 wake-up call. So with bags under our eyes we checked in for our flight and navigated ourselves towards the gate. Once we landed in Mallorca, the sizzling heat greeted us and that’s when we realized: all would be fine.

The first part of our program was to relax at Nikki Beach. After an insanely great lunch (including white wine since we had already been up for hours) we nestled ourselves on white beach chairs with orange towels. We took a few sips of our mojito’s which kept streaming in, took a dive in the sea and a quick little nap in the sun. Once our cheeks had turned rosy we headed towards the hotel. We took another short nap because nonchalantly lounging on the beach or not, I hadn’t slept more than 3 hours that previous night and I was looking rather squint from fatigue. Freshly washed and suited up in a new outfit we met up by the hotels entrance to head over to dinner.

May’s evening gown was a dress by Patrizia Pepe and mine a skirt from Maje with a top from Topshop. Over pebbled roads through narrow streets we headed towards the restaurant Es Baluard located on top of a tiny hill. We dined outside in the sultry night air under the stars. A few of the group headed off to Pacha but May and I decided to opt for the fluffy white hotel beds and both slept like babies.

And then the next day is when the fun really began. We were in Mallorca to experience one of the most prestigious sailing competitions of the world; the Copa del Rey. The Spanish king is one of the contestants so I think that’s a clear enough indication of how how prestigious it is. Gaastra is the sponsor of one of the boats (the Quantum boat) so I’m sure you all know who we were rooting for. And not only that, Gaastra was the official clothing sponsor of the event. Everyone was wearing it and so were we. We had breakfast in the Yacht Club (doesn’t that sounds deliciously chic?) before we headed off on the water. A Wajer, which beforehand rang no bells to me, was a beautiful boat with a very hefty €750.000 price tag and would be our headquarters for watching the sailing race.

And that boat was divine, I can tell you. We sipped on some rosé, devoured some Jamón Ibérico sandwiches and watched as massive sailboats zoomed by. After the race our boat jetted off at around 90 kilometers per hour across the water and dropped us off back at the yacht club. We took another quick dive in the pool and ordered a glass of white wine, evidently the best way to end the day.

And then it was time to head back home. After a short flight we arrived back at the airport and headed home a little rosy, a little tipsy, and with a little bit of a tan.

Gaastra, this was fantastic.