Hen parties are becoming far more extravagant than our parent's generation could imagine. Whilst my Mum's involved a drink down the local pub with her closest girlfriends, I had once also scoffed at the extravagance of flying off for a weekend of Hen or Stag antics. However... (you knew there would be a 'but') given that my social circle are more difficult to diarise a meal with than having a slice of birthday cake with the Queen, I saw this as my opportunity to get everyone together. Slightly selfish I know but when you have as good a bunch of friends as I do and yet for work, geographical or other reasons you don't get to see them as often as you like, this 'hen party' status carries some cache and I wasn't about to miss my opportunity. What entailed were 4 bridesmaids, 9 months of planning, 11 hens, 3 days and 1 incredible Air BnB penthouse apartment overlooking beautiful Barcelona.
The pictures say it all …
Highlights:
- Having my 4 bridesmaids scream "BARCELONA" to me outside the security gate at Gatwick airport to reveal the secret destination.
- Arriving at an exquisite penthouse in the centre of Barcelona and discovering a ridiculously incredible room terrace with lounge, 2 dining areas, hot tub and swimming pool. Not to mention 360 degree views of the city. Thank you Air BnB.
- Drinking Champagne in the hot tub.
- Being stripped of my bikini and forced to skinny dip in the pool (although I'm not sure 'highlight' is an apt description for anyone!)
- Drinking cocktails overlooking the beach from the W hotel's Eclipse bar on the 26th floor
- Order 8 litres of Sangria at 1am in a dodgy kebab shop restaurant and singing along to One Direction's
- Eating watermelon bleary eyed with a cup of tea and my hungover friends – the real life!
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| One happy bride! |