There have been several pivotal moments in my life where I felt like everything suddenly changed. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
Experiencing Magaluf for the first time was one of those moments. A moment which would veer me onto an exciting course in my life.
I was 15 and had just endured two years of incredibly low self-esteem and self-worth. I needed change more than anything. However, I had no idea it would be in a package quite like this…
I didn’t take any photos of the night in question so instead I’m including scenic images taken at other points during my trip. I think it’s for the best that I didn’t photograph anything anyway.
I’m sure right now we are just all very much relieved that I finally upgraded my camera to one that took pictures which weren’t distorted with giant pixels. I don’t think I’ll ever get over my poor Caribbean photos.
Also, I’m obsessed with chronological feeds so just adding (only to satisfy my own weird obsessions) that the time-skip between my Caribbean island-hop and this was a year and a half.
The twinkling stars beamed down on me as I gorged myself on the warm chocolate cake. The night air was alive with laughter and high-pitched talking. I knew the adults on our table were drunk. Their vocals always got incredibly whiny when they’d consumed too much alcohol.
On the table next to us were three effortlessly cool men who had pretty much silenced the restaurant when they swaggered onto the terrace. I had no idea I would be running into them later in the night.
As I took another bite of chocolate cake, I could barely contain my excitement. Tonight was the night!