2014 is the year of September sun - Summer may have left the building in the UK but in Europe, well that's another matter. Ibiza is one place I've been lucky enough to visit many moons ago, while the other half could take or leave it I was absolutely enthralled. There's just a vibe, a feeling about the place if you will that entices you from the moment you arrive. Fingers crossed I can swiftly return with the the help of those babes at Swimwear365 who are running one awesome blog competition.

Fancy seeing how I'd spend 48 hours in Ibiza? Well what are you waiting for...


After touching down in Ibiza Town (Kanye reference ya'll) I'd head off to the one hotel that's on everyones lips, Uschuaia. DJs playing while you lounge on a huge bed, catching some rays and reading the book that every blogger and their dog has an opinion on? Yes please. Uschuaia is said to be the place to be seen and while I'm no poser I sure enjoy a spot of people watching behind my RayBans. I'd wear this ombre bikini to help me blend into my surroundings seamlessly (just call me Harriet the spy), a pair of thong sandals with a hint of somethin' somethin' and I'd carry this huge F bag incase I drunk a few too many cocktails and forgot my surname. Handy huh? I jest, I jest.


As finding that happy balance between golden goddess and lobster is a constant life struggle (fair skinned problems) I'd leave Uschuaia late in the afternoon and refresh before hollering a taxi with just one destination in mind, Cafe Mambo. Sure sunsets might be decent in other parts of Ibiza but nothing beats CM. The food is tasty, the mojitos fresh and that sunset is like nothing else. Outfit wise I'd go with this neon and leopard print number in case I fancied an evening dip before throwing on the most blogger worthy dress. How cute is that camera print? Lilac Converse would be my footwear of choice as once the sun had set I'd hit an Ibiza Rocks gig, preferably Bombay Bicycle Club and no one wants their feet standing on. Am I right? Open air concerts are the bomb and I bet there'd be an after party too...

Abandoning the inevitably heavy head I'd devour poached eggs with avocado and chilli on toast before dashing down to the marina to get our yacht/speed boat, vessel dependent on how delicate I was feeling. This multi coloured bikini would be the order of the morn while I sunned on the deck talking last nights antics. Our destination for the day? Santa Eulalia. I hear Santa Eulalia is simply breathtaking and it's an area of Ibiza I've never visited. To explore I'd don a pair of Birkenstocks and this cute as a button shirt dress for a day and night of taking in the Ibizan culture, exploring the vintage shops (well you've got to take a memento or five home) and perusing the hippy market before dining at a tasty establishment. Santa Eulalia is said to be the culinary capital of Ibiza, something I certainly want to be a part of.

 Forty eight hours in Ibiza, would said that was enough?

 How would you spend 48 hours on the white isle? Which Swimwear365 bikinis would you sport?