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Mallorca, brace yourself. Two hurricanes in heels are landing. 🌴💃
Me and my bestie? Oh, we’re not just going to La Palma — we’re taking over La Palma.
Sunscreen? Packed.
Outfits? Coordinated.
Intentions? Pure chaos (but make it cute). Czytaj więcej
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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    The trip begins

    3 czerwca, Szwecja ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C

    Mallorca, hide your sons and stock up on sangria — the bad b*tches are boarding. ✈️🔥

    Me and my bestie? Oh honey, we’re not “going on a trip.”
    We’re launching a full-blown fabulous takeover of La Palma.

    We’ll be:
    ☀️ Sunbathing like it’s our job (SPF who?)
    🍸 Sippin’ cocktails like hydration is optional
    💃 Dancing like we’re headlining the club (because obviously, we are)
    🤣 Laughing so hard we’ll forget we have real lives
    🍝 Eating carbs like we didn’t pack bikinis
    😈 Double-dating cute locals with accents thicker than our eyeliner

    This isn’t a vacation.
    It’s a glow-up parade with ocean views.

    Mallorca, get your sh*t together.
    Because we’re coming in hot, loud, and ready to steal hearts, snacks, and maybe a scooter or two.

    #HotGirlHoliday
    #DoubleTroubleInParadise
    #ServingLooksAndNoRegrets
    #FlirtHardNapHarder
    #MallorcaMessesIncoming 💋     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Palma Day 2

    4 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

    Palma Day 2: Glitter vapes, chair dancing & poor life decisions 💃✨

    Yesterday started off all cute and innocent:
    🌅 Powerwalk ✔️
    🥐 Delicious breakfast ✔️
    👙 Beach lounging like queens ✔️
    🏋️‍♀️ I even hit the gym (because, balance)

    Then it all began to spiral in the most fabulous way:
    We had lunch basically at dinner time, bought a glittery vape from heaven that tastes like unicorn tears and questionable choices,
    and headed back to the hotel where I promptly entered a midlife crisis over what to wear. Nothing was good enough. Everything was too much and not enough all at once. Standard.

    Finally, we made it to Megapark — and oof.
    Instant attention from baby-faced boys who probably just learned to drink legally.
    Then out of nowhere BAM tall, dark, and dangerously hot appeared.
    Naturally, I lost brain function and turned into a full Beyoncé backup dancer.

    Next thing I know, I’m on a chair, dancing like I’m auditioning for Moulin Rouge in the middle of a mosh pit.
    People kept crashing into me like drunk bowling balls, but did I fall?
    NO.
    Because I had Max (aka tall, dark and dangerousily hot) my guardian angel / human airbag  ready to catch me every damn time. MVP. 🏆

    Eventually it was time to crawl home, glitter in my bra, vape in hand, and self-respect somewhere back at Megapark.

    And me? Sweet dumb me?
    Thought I’d wake up for a morning walk.
    HAHAHAHAHAHA.
    I’ve hit snooze more times than I blinked.
    Now I’m lying in bed, slightly crusty, stupidly happy,
    and floating in that post-night-out mix of serotonin, confusion, and “did I do sonething stupid?” anxiety.

    #GlitterOverload #MegaPark #Palma #PalmaDeMallorca
    #ChairDancerSurvivor #Hero
    #MaxDeservesASalary
    #OutfitMeltdown2025
    #SendCoffeeNotJudgement
    #PalmaUnhingedEdition 😵‍💫👠🔥     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Day 3

    5 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ 🌙 22 °C

    Palma Day 3: Lobster booty, suspicious behavior & one Dubai sugar dream 🦞💅🍷

    We started the day like the bougie baddies we are:
    Slept in like royalty.
    Ate breakfast like we weren’t one mimosa away from making bad decisions.
    Then hit the beach to bake like two glittery croissants in heat. ✨

    But me? Of course I got bored halfway through being relaxed SO I sprinted to the gym like I was training for the Miss Chaotic Universe title.

    Post-shower, I catch a glimpse in the mirror and
    OH. MY. GOD.
    My ass is redder than Satan’s mood on a Monday.
    Like lobster-in-a-sauna red.
    Like chimpanzee-in-mating-season red.
    Like if someone slapped it, a fire alarm would go off.
    She’s not peachy; she’s fuck*ng dangerously grilled.

    Anyway, we kept the day slow to preserve what’s left of my dignity and epidermis.
    Went for lunch (sitting down was an extreme sport),
    and hopped on a bus to Palma where my scorched cheeks bonded with the seat fabric like it was a full-body wax.
    Palma adventures continued → shops were meh,
    BUT THEN enter Sir Peter.
    A real gentleman with a Dubai obsession.
    One glass of wine later and suddenly we’re planning yacht parties and camel selfies.
    Next trip? DUBAI, baby.
    Hope they’re ready for this energy in the desert.

    We made a pitstop at the cathedral to cleanse the previous night’s sins (spoiler: didn’t work),
    and finished off with Italian food so good it gave me a wild flashback to that chaotic road trip with my mom.
    (We’ll unpack that trauma another day.)

    But here’s the creepy part…
    We were weirdly calm all day. Too calm.
    No broken heels, no minor crimes, no public humiliation.
    Which only means one thing:
    Tonight’s gonna be feral.
    And I’m READY.

    Also yes, I powerwalked this morning.
    Someone give me a medal. Or a fan. Or aloe for my ass.

    Now manifesting:
    Laughter, glitter, accidental flirtation, and just enough chaos to feel alive.
    Let’s f**king go.

    #FriedBootyAndVibes
    #PeterSaidDubai #aloevera
    #ButtOnFireSoulOnFleek #ToCalm
    #SuspiciouslyCalmTooLong
    #PrayForTonight #PALMA #Mallorca
    #SendAloeAndLipGloss 💋🦞🔥     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Palma day 4

    6 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    Palma Day 4: Burnt buns, bus trauma & secondhand high behavior 🚍🦞🤣

    So yesterday… continued.
    With a bus ride from hell that felt like being a sardine in a human soup can.
    Hot, crowded, and why-the-hell-am-I-doing-this energy.
    We were squeezed tighter than my bikini after breakfast.
    Finally made it to Palma YAY?
    Except we missed the stop, navigated like confused squirrels, walked 5000 emotional miles, and THEN hopped on ANOTHER bus that aged us both five years.

    At long last: Magaluf.
    We stumbled into Bondi Beach Club like survivors of public transport trauma.
    Rewarded ourselves with divine poké bowls and daiquiris so strong I momentarily forgot I was a burned baboon.

    Hit the beach, where I was strictly forbidden from lying on my stomach because
    HELLO, I need full-body lobster symmetry.
    Meanwhile, my crispy butt cheeks were SCREAMING.
    I’m out there like:
    "Filippa, I love you, but this sand feels like tiny knives on my baboon ass."
    She rolled her eyes, I gave her 2.5 hours.
    She wanted peace.
    I wanted cocktails.

    Time's up. We dash to the bus except LOL, no dash needed.
    We stood there marinating in weed clouds like side dishes at a Snoop Dogg barbecue.
    By the time we got back to the hotel, we may or may not have been accidentally high.

    Filippa inhaled her dessert at dinner like she had the munchies of the century
    and we started laughing like hyenas at a stand-up show.
    Tears. Snorts. Full chaos.
    We concluded: secondhand high or just actual insanity? Unclear. But iconic.

    Then at midnight, our neighbor knocked on the wall
    the international “shut the f*ck up” signal.
    So we became Responsible Adults, zipped our mouths, and tucked ourselves into bed like two crispy angels.

    This morning?
    Yes, I did my zombie-style powerwalk.
    Hurt throat, zero soul.
    And I know EXACTLY who to blame:

    FUCK YOU FILIPPA.
    You’ve infected me like some glitter-coated plague fairy.
    You’re out here spreading germs like confetti at Coachella.
    Like a disease-delivering Disney princess.
    Like the human version of a coughing glitter bomb.

    Anyway.
    Let’s see what fresh chaos today brings.
    Manifesting aloe, cocktails, and no more public transport trauma 🙏

    #BootyBurn
    #BusRide #Palma     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Palma day 5

    8 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ ☀️ 29 °C

    Palma Day 5: Walrus mode, toxic wine & cute men I don’t understand 🍷🐋🔥

    Yesterday continued in true vacation style:
    We had breakfast like the queens we are,
    and then spent the entire day in full WALRUS MODE by the pool.
    Zero shame, max floatiness, 100% fabulous.
    I basically became part of the sunbed.

    Eventually, we peeled ourselves off the loungers and went shopping (read: wandered aimlessly in circles),
    followed by lunch at a beach club where I contemplated never returning to real life.
    So far, 10/10 day.

    Then we got back to the hotel, opened a bottle of red wine and OH. MY. GOD.
    That sh*t tasted like rat poison mixed with shoe polish.
    Had to pour it out like the dramatic diva I am.
    Yes, I know a crime against wine,
    but I was NOT about to die in Palma with purple lips and regrets.

    Dinner saved my soul.
    We met our favorite waiter a sweet older man who doesn’t understand a single word we say,
    but he’s so damn cute I want to wrap him in a napkin and smuggle him home.
    Zero communication, 100% connection.
    Honestly, the love story we never expected.

    Then we hit a cool bar, and BOOM another cute-ass waiter appears like a flirty little garnish on our cocktails.
    Bless that man and his perfect timing. 🍸

    We actually went home early (I know, who are we?),
    sunburnt, tipsy, and glowing like lobsters with secrets.

    And of course because I’m a woman of discipline and delusion I dragged myself out for my morning walk.

    AND GUESS WHO I SAW AGAIN?

    Tall, blonde, probably-German, Olympic-sprinter-body, lion-on-the-run GUY.
    Second day in a row.
    Is it fate? Is it a vacation boyfriend speed test?
    IDK, but I am sprinting in slow motion toward this storyline.

    Let’s see what today serves.
    Manifesting: smooth wine, hot men, and zero sunburn on my baboon booty.

    #WalrusEnergy
    #WineTastedLikeMurder
    #WaiterCrushesWorldwide
    #GermanGazelleSpotted
    #TipsyWithACrush
    # 🐆💋🍷     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Palma day 6

    8 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ 🌙 22 °C

    Palma Day 6: Beach bimbos, pothole trauma & emotional damage in heels

    Let me just start by saying:
    WHAT. A. F*CKING. DAY.
    Yesterday was a full rollercoaster in heels.

    Started off like the sun-kissed angels we are,
    chilling on the beach until 3pm soaking up rays, got a bug friend, radiating goddess energy and slowly transforming into lightly salted snacks.

    Then we stumbled upon the smoothie bowl of the gods.
    I’m talking fruity, creamy, life-altering deliciousness that healed at least 3 childhood wounds.
    I saw God in that bowl.

    Powernap? Check.
    Shower? Check.
    Down to dinner, where we reunited with our fave hotel squad.
    They treat us like royalty, and honestly? I expect them at my future wedding now. Because they’re basically family at this point.

    Then came the bus ride to Palma… aka the sweaty human sardine experience,
    and began the mission-impossible club hunt.
    Plot twist: almost a complete fail.

    Now comes the part where my shoe betrayed me.
    In full panic, crossing the street like I’m starring in Fast & Furious: Palma Drift,
    I step into the world’s tiniest death trap a.k.a. pothole of doom.
    Foot: nearly broken.
    Knee: scratched.
    Grace: gone.
    Me: laughing like I lost all brain cells and bladder control 💀
    I wasn’t even drunk JUST chaotic by nature

    Then the UNIVERSE finally blessed us with the perfect club ( after we walked for 74 years, through the streets of confusion)
    Where I also met the cutest bride-to-be, her sister and their squad
    Absolute dancing queens. Vibes immaculate.
    Girls, if you’re reading this you deserve all the love, champagne, and glitter in the world. 👑❤️

    And THEN we met a truly inspiring guy.
    Like, live-your-dreams, sparkle-from-the-inside-out, I def vote for you in life kind of person.
    You are the definition of fabulous and fearless. 🤘

    Ended the night with my iconic, fierce-as-f*ck bestie,
    and honestly?
    You are my WARRIOR. My QUEEN. My emotional support tornado.
    I love you so much it’s stupid.
    I appreciate you beyond words and if I had to step in every pothole in Spain just to be by your side
    I WOULD (in flats). ❤️

    Now if you’ll excuse me
    I need a new knee, a new pair of heels, and maybe a priest.

    #Palma #CubaBar     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Palma day 7

    9 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    Palma Day 7: Hangover cardio, suitcase carnage & a date with Zeus' hotter cousin 💃🫠🔥

    So let me paint you a picture of chaotic excellence:

    Woke up hungover as Satan’s armpit dehydrated, confused, and spiritually crusty. Dragged my half-dead body on my daily powerwalk, because discipline or delusion? We’ll never know.

    And OF COURSE, I missed my morning soulmate. You know, Mr. Tall-Blonde-Runs-Like-He’s-Late-For-The-World-Cup.
    Probably a marathoner. Maybe a footballer
    Definitely my future husband?
    and he was nowhere.
    Either I missed him, or he sensed my hangover through the air and ran for his life. Fair.

    Breakfast? Bomb.
    We met our vacay family and they are the literal energy source of this trip.
    Adopt me. Immediately.

    Poolside vibes followed complete with Greek salad and me trying to feel alive with sunglasses bigger than my trauma.
    And THEN it was time for The Date.

    Cue me unleashing World War III inside my suitcase.
    Clothes flying, lashes stuck to my elbow, deodorant in places it should never be.
    I had a full mental breakdown in a bikini and settled on an outfit after screaming at a shoe. STANDARD.

    Then HE appeared.

    SPANISH- Looking like a GREEK GOD. TALL. HANDSOME. BUILT LIKE A SINFUL STATUE.
    Smile? Illegal.
    Eyes? Soul-stealing.
    Accent? A full-body experience.
    Gentleman behavior? I almost proposed.

    We started chill with a stroll and a beer (so I could pretend to be calm instead of screaming inside).
    Then he casually took me to #Mhares Beach Club to watch the SUNSET like we’re in a sexy indie movie.
    We sipped beers, watched the sky turn orange, and I mentally packed my things to move in with his cats.

    Next stop? #Tabana.
    BABY. LISTEN.
    It was giving: Vegas meets Ibiza meets fever dream.
    Dancers. Lights. Screams. Glitter.
    I screamed, I cried (inside), I spiritually ascended.
    I wanted to throw my bra on stage and start a new life.

    Oh, and casually?
    He has CATS.
    And they’re cute. Like disrespectfully cute.
    This man has abs, charm, AND cats?
    Send help. I’m in too deep.

    Wrapped it up feeling like the main character of Princess Diaries

    #HungoverButHot #Tabana #MharesBeachClub
    #SuitcaseTornado
    #ZeusCouldNever
    #SunsetAndSins
    #TabanaOrNothing     Czytaj więcej

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  • Jessica EkmanPodróżnikMallorca with bestie

    Palma day 8

    10 czerwca, Hiszpania ⋅ ⛅ 28 °C

    Palma: The Grand Finale – Sweat, Snacks & the Slowest Clock in Europe ✈️🔥

    Our last day in Palma and suddenly time was moving like a sloth in flip-flops.
    We ate our final breakfast with that dramatic "this is the last coffee here" energy, checked out, and just existed by the pool like two sweaty lizards clinging to vacation vibes.

    Had our last lunch at our favorite spot aka our unofficial second home where the staff probably considered adopting us by now.
    Truly, the end of an era (and my digestive system will never be the same).

    Then came the real drama
    Me and bestie were melting like ice cream on a skillet, so we fled to the airport early like two heat-stroked grandmas chasing air-conditioning.
    Surely the airport has good AC, right?
    Lies. False hope. Regret.

    We sat there for what felt like 4 years, playing cards and tic-tac-toe like two kids waiting to be rescued from daycare.
    Ate. Again. Obviously.
    Because when in doubt: snack.
    Waited. Stared into the abyss. Waited some more.

    Finally got on the plane, flew home like sleepy zombies,
    then drove for what felt like a road trip across Europe
    and finally home sweet home 😍

    Palma, you were iconic.
    From sunburned butts to Greek god dates and chaotic bus rides
    10/10 trip.
    Now it’s time to pack again and head to Kristinehamn.
    Let’s see what kind of adventures await…
    (Manifesting hot men, cold drinks, and zero potholes.)

    #PalmaDoneRight #Mallorca #Palma
    #SweatyAndSentimental
    #AirportSurvivorsClub
    #SnackAttackChronicles
    #KristinehamnHereWeGo
    #StillHotStillTired 💅🏖️🧳     Czytaj więcej

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