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May 2025
  • Jessica Ekman
  • Yvonne Bromé
Me and my fabulous mama are officially escaping the boring, grey chaos of home and heading to GREECE – Sivota edition.
We’re trading stress for sunsets, dishes for dolmades, and reality for beach cocktails and questionable dance moves. Read more
  • Jessica Ekman
  • Yvonne Bromé

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  • Grekland

    The trip begins

    May 19 in Sweden ⋅ ☁️ 11 °C

    SASSY VACAY MODE: ACTIVATED

    So today started like any other totally normal, calm day in my life... just kidding. I went full psycho mode because I take my training seriously. We’re talking nearly 1 hour of powerwalking (yes, in beast mode), straight to the gym like a Duracell bunny on espresso, drove back home, inhaled breakfast, jumped in the shower and BAM! Suddenly it’s airport o’clock.

    Now enter: MAMA STRESSMODE.
    This woman could win Olympic gold in panicking over passports she checked seven times already. She's flapping around like we’re late for a royal wedding, throwing questions at me faster than I can throw on mascara. Naturally, I caught her anxiety like it was contagious and ended up more stressed than a croissant in Paris rush hour.

    But now? We’re in the car. We're actually doing it. Even Lucy the Queen Dog joined the airport chaos, probably just to judge us silently and remind us who really runs the show.

    Destination: Sivota, Greece.
    Goals:

    Beach powerwalks (yes, still extra)

    Workouts to flex on the locals

    Sun-soaking while pretending to be chill

    Terrorizing my mother for sport

    Maybe—just maybe—a glass of wine (because I’ve been a sober little gym goblin lately and I deserve it).
    Greece, baby, brace yourself. The drama duo just touched down.

    #VacationVibes
    #GreekGetaway
    #SivotaDiaries
    #MotherDaughterDrama
    #FitGirlOnTour
    #PowerwalkToPassportControl
    #StressedButStillSlaying
    #GymThenJetSet
    #WineNotMaybe
    #SassyAndSweaty
    #LucyGoesGlobal
    #WorkoutThenWine
    #HotMessExpressToGreece
    #MamaPanicModeActivated
    #BicepsAndBoardingPasses    Read more

  • Grekland

    Sivota day 2

    May 20 in Greece ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Sivota Survival Update:

    So… we finally made it to the hotel yesterday YAY us! But THEN came the real challenge: finding our damn room.

    Now imagine a Greek maze built entirely out of STAIRS. So. Many. Stairs. Like, were we climbing to Zeus’ penthouse or what? My mom, bless her dramatic little soul, nearly passed away somewhere between step 87 and 120. She was wheezing like she’d just done a marathon in heels, gripping the railing like it owed her money.

    I legit thought the trip was gonna end before it even started. One more step and I would've had to call for a rescue donkey.

    So yeah she’s officially on strike.
    Pretty sure she’s staying in the room the whole trip now. I’ll be out living my best Greek goddess fantasy while she recovers from her near-death stair experience.

    Pray for her. And for the poor hotel staff who might have to carry her back up later.

    Meanwhile, I decided to go on a cute little walk this morning to feel zen and athletic
    Except... I GOT completely lost.
    And prayed for help or a hot Greek man with GPS. But no one showed up. Slightly disappointed

    Anyway, the day continues and we have been exploring the cute little village (because mama is brave like that and also forgot the stairs 😂).
    But of course, drama followed. I FORGOT to pack sandals
    So I obviously had to buy new ones. And clever me (bless my genius), I got the BEST pair.
    By “best” I mean high heels that pretend to be sandals. Who needs arch support when you have vibes?

    Surprisingly… they’re comfy AF. Like walking on stylish clouds that might sprain your ankle, but in a fabulous way.
    And the lady in the shop? Cutest human ever. She called me "beautiful" and I almost cried.

    Lets see what the evening will come with.
    Sivota: 2 – Us: emotionally unstable.

    #SivotaSaga
    #HighHeelsOnHoliday
    #LostButMakeItFashion
    #MomDownButMakeItCute
    #VacationDramaQueens
    #StairwayToCardioHell
    #SassyInSivota
    #PowerwalkToNowhere
    #ShopTillMySandalsBreak
    #GreekLifeChoseMe
    #WorkoutThenWanderOff
    #WineWithAViewMaybe
    #CuteShopLadyEnergy    Read more

  • Grekland

    Sivota day 3

    May 21 in Greece ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C

    Sivota Soap Opera: Cocktail Monsters, Snail Walks & Prayers to Zeus

    So yesterday... The sky straight up had a MELTDOWN rain everywhere, like Zeus sneezed on us from Olympus, I guess he just wanted to ruin everyone’s beach pics.
    So I did what any mentally stable vacation goddess would do and took it as a divine sign to nap
    Why? Because my snore-symphony mama kept me awake all night sounding like a possessed chainsaw. Love her, but DAMN cocktail-Monster-Mama strikes again.

    Eventually, the rain stopped and we decided to go for a cute little walk together.
    Spoiler alert: It was a slothwalk.
    Like, not just slow… SLOW slow.
    The kind of slow where time actually stops.
    I usually powerwalk that path in under an hour. With my mom? Two. And. A. Half. Hours. I could’ve built a new identity, started a new life and found a husband in that time. I even saw my life flash before my eyes.
    But instead, I slowly disintegrated while she strolled like she was admiring every pebble in Greece.

    Evening? Nothing wild. Just chilled. Relaxed. Breathed. Pretended to enjoy stillness while my soul screamed for some drama.

    Fast forward to today:
    Back to the usual. Me, my morning walk, and FREEDOM (aka mama-free time).
    I decided to explore this super steep hill we found yesterday thinking, “Omg maybe this leads to a hidden, magical beach!”
    Plot twist: It led to nowhere. Like a scenic dead end made just to mock me!

    Rest of the day?

    Played cards (and maybe flipped one out of boredom)

    Drank a shot that tasted like death and regret

    Ate Greek salad like a true fit goddess

    Watching mom inhale her daily ice cream like it’s her religion
    While I was clinging to my coffee like it’s the last man on Earth

    And now?
    I’m. So. Bored.
    Please, Zeus. I beg you.
    SEND A VERY HANDSOME MAN TO MY LOCATION.
    Like RIGHT now. Please. I’m spiraling into tourist madness.

    Fingers crossed for a hot Greek meet-cute tonight. Preferably one with abs. And a yacht.

    #SnoreMonsterMama #SlothWalkSurvivor
    #WhereMyGreekGodAt #CoffeeOverMen #SassyAndSleepDeprived #BoredInParadise
    #SendWineNotRain #GreekSaladAndCrisis #ZeusImSingleAF #sivota
    #IceCreamQueenAndTheDramaMachine
    #VacationingWithChaos #coffee    Read more

  • Grekland

    Sivota day 4

    May 22 in Greece ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    Sivota Saga: High Heels, Blisters & Boozy Betrayals

    So yesterday we had this brilliant plan to catch a boat how very “Mamma Mia” of us, right?
    Apparently, this majestic vessel came from Corfu and was going back to Corfu, and we were like “??? okay thanks for nothing.” So what do two stubborn queens do instead?
    We walk.

    SPOILER ALERT: This was NOT a main character moment, it was a survival episode.

    Now, I don’t know who let me think high-heeled sandals were appropriate for an off-road hiking adventure, but here we are.
    We ended up wandering through a Greek construction site YEP, literal gravel, new roads, chaos like we were starring in “Project Runway: The Roadkill Edition.”
    My foot was gliding around in my shoe like it had a mind of its own, and by the time we finally made it downhill, I legit whispered to myself:
    “I’m gonna have blisters the size of Mount Olympus.”
    Let’s pray they heal faster than I can say Asklepios, the Greek god of healing. Because damn.

    Later we went to dinner (yes, another pair of high heels because I clearly hate myself)
    We walked to a cute restaurant and had the pizza of dreams, and because I’m basically Snow White, I stole all my Parma ham to feed the homeless cats.
    I found FOUR.
    Only ONE of them ate it.
    Like BABE, I’m giving you Parma ham, not dumpster lasagna.
    You’re starving but you’re also suddenly a food critic? RUDE.
    Parma ham isn’t good enough for you? Honestly, I’ve dated men with worse taste.

    So now obviously I have to go buy proper cat food today to redeem myself and feed the feline divas of Sivota.

    And to end the day in true chaotic goddess style, my mom’s Cocktail Monster made a fierce comeback.
    We watched the sunset and then walked back to the hotel where she proceeded to get tipsy and cheat at cards.
    YES.
    SHE. CHEATED.
    Drunk and shady. My own mother. I’ve been betrayed.

    If this was a Netflix series, it would be called:
    “Heels, Ham, and Hysteria: The Sivota Scandal.”

    This morning, I did my usual morning walk but this time in sneakers, and let me tell you, my feet were SINGING HALLELUJAH.
    I passed some goats (celebrities in the wild), it rained a little, and honestly? Who cares. I’m in Greece
    #Greece #Sivota    Read more

  • Grekland

    Sivota day 5

    May 23 in Greece ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Sivota Soap Opera: Rain, Rumbles & Kuchisabishi Crimes

    So yesterday the rain refused to chill. It was like Poseidon and Zeus were having a petty sibling fight and we got caught in the middle. So naturally, we stayed in the hotel room, and shockingly I got a little productive (bless my laptop and whatever Greek god guards Wi-Fi).

    But THEN around 4 PM, my stomach suddenly transformed into Hades’ underworld, complete with sound effects. I swear I heard demons clawing to get out.
    So I FORCED Mama out into the rain. No choice. It was kebab or death.

    We ran like two chaotic Forrest Gumps through puddles and stray cats until we landed at this holy kebab spot.
    Small kebab roll? 10/10.
    Dog cuddles while eating? Even better.
    Mood: wet, full, emotionally healed.

    Then we hit the streets for some "shopping" aka buying ALL the touristy crap that I’ll pretend I didn’t buy once I get home. I now own a magnet, a keychain, and possibly a small olive wood turtle.

    We also stopped for ice cream MY first one on this trip (I know, who even am I??). It was divine, and the owner was this charming silver fox of a Greek man who made me consider staying and starting a gelato empire.

    Back at the hotel, we basically just sat there counting the hours until we could justify eating again. Not out of hunger just because our mouths were lonely. Yes, I’m talking about the Japanese concept of kuchisabishi: eating because your soul is bored and your lips want to party.

    Dinner was at a place called Charlie’s with great views, chill music, and the vibe of “maybe I’ll meet someone hot” (spoiler: I didn’t).

    We went back fairly early and then BAM a nearby bar blasted music all night long like it was Coachella: Sivota Edition.
    So tonight? I’m getting Mama tipsy and dragging her there. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. Preferably in heels.

    This morning?
    I overslept like a Greek goddess in recovery.
    No morning walk because apparently my body was like, “Ma’am, no. You need REM more than reps.”
    So now it’s breakfast time and then walk-of-shame my steps later.

    Stay tuned. Tonight might be wild. Or wine-fueled. Or both.

    #KebabAndChaos
    #HadesInMyStomach
    #RainyButRichInIceCream
    #DogLove
    #Greece    Read more

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    Sivota day 6

    May 24 in Greece ⋅ ⛅ 25 °C

    Sivota Soap Opera: Nap Theft, Boat Rides & the End of an Era

    So, yesterday we went to the beach for some much-needed relaxation.
    Until Mama the Nap Slayer decided inner peace was illegal.

    I was finally drifting off into a sun-kissed coma, half-snoring, half-sizzling, legs flopping off the sunbed like I’d been shipwrecked when BAM, Mama wakes me up.
    Why? To complain about something. Probably the wind disrespecting her umbrella or like the sand feels too sandy.

    I roll over. Ignore her, slide back into dreamland.
    BOOM. She wakes me up again.
    At this point I’m like, Okay Zeus, I see you’re testing me.

    So I gave up and the betrayal was deep.
    I sighed like a Greek tragic heroine.
    And said, “Fine. Let’s leave. BUT FIRST we eat because no one ruins my nap and skips lunch. And I want a Pina Colada because clearly I need a cocktail to process this emotional trauma.”

    Then we returned to “civilization” and bought more touristy crap I absolutely do not need but 100% will treasure like ancient relics once I’m home.

    Just as I’m considering exiling my mom from future beach trips, she hits me with a BOAT RIDE SURPRISE.
    Yes, this woman who wakes me mid-nap suddenly turns into Oprah.
    We got a private tour, the guide was amazing, and I’m now convinced I was meant to live on the sea with a tan and a boat captain boyfriend.

    Later, we returned to the hotel to rinse off the salt, sweat, and chaos before heading to dinner.
    Food? Delish.
    Waiters? Running on pure chaos and caffeine. I don’t know what system they had, but I don’t think they knew either.

    It started to rain (again, because Zeus is dramatic), so we took a mini stroll and, shocker: Mama inhaled her daily ice cream like she hadn’t just had dessert for seven days straight. That woman treats ice cream like religion.

    This morning?
    No clean training clothes. No powerwalk. No personality.
    I sat in silence and tried not to cry into my hotel pillow.
    My suitcase is like a fucking war zone and I’ve officially hit the “wearing anything that doesn’t smell like regret” stage.

    Tomorrow we head home, and honestly?
    I’m kind of ready.
    Need to hit the gym. Need to sweat. Need to rebuild my brain cells.
    #greece #sivota #naps    Read more

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    Sivota day 7

    May 26 in Greece ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Sivota: You Were Cute, But I’m Out

    Yesterday was windy as hell. Like, full-on hair-whipping, towel-flying, “is this a beach or a wind tunnel” kind of chaos.
    Mother Nature was clearly PMS-ing.

    And now here we are way too early, sitting on the bus to the airport, eyes barely open, souls half-packed in the suitcase.

    Sivota, you were cute.
    You gave me rain, wind, chaotic waiters, nap sabotage, kebabs, surprise boat tours, and a borderline concerning addiction to Greek salads.
    But also?
    Interrupted naps. Blisters. Mama meltdowns.
    So yeah… love you, but also BYE.

    Next trip?
    More abs, fewer complaints.
    Maybe less ice cream… but let’s not get crazy. A girl’s gotta live.

    Right now I’m just counting down the hours ‘til I can get home, crawl into bed, aggressively cuddle my cat, and start planning my next escape.

    #ByeSivota
    #WindyAsHell
    #MoreAbsLessChaosNextTime
    #GreekSaladWithdrawalIncoming
    #CuddleMyCatASAP
    #NapQueenReturnsHome
    #VacationDeactivated    Read more

  • Grekland

    Summary Sivota

    May 26 in Sweden

    Sivota: Sun, Sass & the Ice Cream Awakening

    Sivota, Greece you little scenic soap opera.

    We came for the beaches, stayed for the Greek salads, and nearly ascended to another dimension thanks to that wind. (Seriously, I got an exfoliating full-body sandblasting for free.)

    But let’s talk about the real hero of the trip:
    Mom’s late-stage love affair with an ice cream place she found when we had THREE DAYS LEFT.
    She inhaled that gelato like it was oxygen and made it her entire personality.
    Every walk after that? “Should we just swing by for a taste?”
    Every dinner? "Dessert is sorted, right?”
    I swear the staff started recognizing her footsteps.

    Other highlights included:

    Mysterious boat rides we didn’t book but thoroughly enjoyed.

    Waiters running on a time zone that does not exist in this dimension.

    A solid attempt at relaxing interrupted by flying towels and deep philosophical convos like “Do cats in Greece understand Swedish? And do you thinkbthat cat liked us at that taverna?”

    We got sun, sass, blisters, unexpected core workouts from laughing, and enough Greek salad to start a fan club.

    Sivota, you were unpredictable, gorgeous, and kind of iconic.
    Thanks for the chaos and the gelato enlightenment.

    #MomFoundTheGelatoHolyGrail
    #SivotaSweetieYouTried
    #BlisteredButWellFed
    #IceCreamOverloadIncoming
    #GreekVibesAndGreekerLaughs
    #3DaysOfHeavenInACone    Read more

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