Hygges closest translation is “cosy” – a word synonymous with warmth and comfort. Not just for Danes & not just for Winter, we set ourselves the challenge of finding Hygge in the party capital of Ibiza.

(It’s a tough job but someone’s got to do it…)

I’m heading to these sunny climes on the occasion of an old friends hen weekend. Not anticipating much Hygge on a plate but seek & ye shall find and I’m mostly looking forward to sharing a room and catching up “properly” with my one my favourite people.

So for starters, my connecting flight from Newquay to Gatwick is delayed by two hours. Already maximising cabin baggage limits, I didn’t pack much to while away the time. No matter… I write a blog that I feel is very much needed post brexit and then head over to the book “shelf” (note not shop or store..) pick one, get stuck in and cherish the additional two hours of peace & down time I didn’t know I’d have.

I’ll be honest. A hen weekend in Ibiza wouldn’t be the top of my bucket list, but the buzz of being welcomed on arrival into a group of girls, the majority of whom I didn’t really know at all was europhic. And the hug from an old friend that I hadn’t seen in well over a year when she realised how many miles we’d travelled to join her was all worth it. 
And then the next few days were all a blur…

Sunsets with new friends, watching fire artists against a Mediterranean backdrop, the warm glow of candle light against chilled tunes from cafe del mar, dancing in your bikini and laughing til your belly hurt, night swimming and then days exploring to find this…

A cosy spot on the old town steps, where we sunk down into the bright beanbags in the afternoon sun, cava sangria in hand and chatted away as if we had all the time in the world. 

And it was clear, as I walked around the cobbled pavements, there was someone’s Hygge everywhere, if you care to look.

A chair in the sunshine, bourgainville climbing a wall, a home behind an open door,  a candle lit in the peace of a church, the loving detail of doves painted onto a doorway; these situations didn’t just happen.  They were lovingly created, someones idea of comfort.

One mans Hygge may be another mans discomfort. Hygge isn’t something you find. You create it. In friends, old and new.  A plastic chair, a comfy sofa. Anywhere. Rain or shine. 

And even when it’s raining, remember this. No matter what the weather, the sun always shines when you break through the clouds.