Style File: In Valencia

I havent done a style file of what I've been wearing for a long time.  I guess it's because I don't think I've been wearing anything that stylish or blog-able; or the fact I find posing for a picture a little cringe-y and arrogant.  I mean- who is to say I am well dressed?- Me? The other day however I thought I had stepped out the house blog-acceptable. So excuse my arrogance but this is what I wore.

Grey wrap crop top: Topshop (old old old season)

Skirt: American Apparel

Bag: Amichi (Spain)

Shoes: ZARA (very recent)

My new shoes: extremely comfortable, they go with everything and they were a very nice price.

My Buddah Necklace from a random small jewellery shop.

Watch: €10!!! from Ale Hop

Laura and I had just finished going for a coffee, and decided to stop off at one of the mini 'Frutas y Venduras' shops to buy some grub.  Just look at those beautiful veggies. I have not put any effects on the colours of them- If that isn't appetising then I think you're the weird one. 

Ibiza

As I informed you, last week I was on the notorious party island of Ibiza. I was apprehensive about going to Ibiza: firstly because Ibiza is a place for excessive drinking (which Im not very good at) and secondly because the trip was being organised by Erasmus. So were my apprehensions viable?  Yes and no.

Our journey getting to Ibiza was absolute hell. We were told to get to the bus stop in Valencia for threepm. After a three hour wait outside at the bus stop (waiting for the unorganised Erasmus life staff to sort out which pupils had paid) we finally left at 6 o clock. 

We then had an hour and a half bus journey to Denia (the port where our ferry was leaving from).  We then had a two hour wait (outside in the cold) before we got on our ferry at 10pm.  Our ferry was four and a half hours long which consisted of drinking and bopping around in a 'boat disco'.  To paint you a picture; imagine a group of European people (a lot of french, german and italiens) all drunk, on a swaying ferry.  The boys were wearing dodgy coloured fake raybans, plastic trilbys, tacky wife beaters and ill-matched (mainly chequered or billabong) swim shorts.  The girls were wearing those too short shorts, flip flops and a fluro boob tube that doesn't stay up.  I sound very judgemental but it was more peoples behaviour that was most shocking.  Everyone on the boat was looking for a shag or at least a bit of tonsil tennis. After an hour or two of bopping on the boat, I looked around and realised that people were either eating each others faces, grinding on one another, excessively drinking, or passed out. We finally arrived in Ibiza at 2am.  We then had to wait an hour before being lead to our hotel which was a fifteen minute walk away. We arrived at our hotel at 3am where there was one man on the reception desk waiting to check in 300 students using paperwork.  We waited our turn and was finally checked in, freezing cold, at 4am. We arrived in our room to no beds set up and one sheet to keep us warm. Sleep was only granted at 5am after we had hunted a few blankets down and made our bed. 

Despite our crappy journey, the rest of the trip was fantastic.  Im going to go with the saying pictures speak a thousand words.  So here is the rest of our trip. 

The first day we hired cars and drove to a secluded little beach.  

Here is Laura in her cool tiger swimsuit on the beach.

Hugo passed out on the pebble beach.

Blossom: Mercat de Colon

The old market in Valencia has been converted into a hub of posh cafe's and restaurants.  This is precisely where we always go now for a good meal and fantastic coffee.  The Mercat de Colon is situated near the nice shops and old buildings.  There is beautiful architecture wherever you look. 

As our mum is also out in Valencia at the moment visiting with four other women, Laura and I decided to meet her and the ladies for lunch at the Mercat de Colon.  We went to our usual lunch spot which is called Blossom. The atmosphere was great, the sun was shining, lady chat was flowing across the table, but the food did take quite a while to arrive.  However, when it did arrive, we understood why.  There are no shortcuts in that kitchen; everything is made fresh.  As a result the food tasted amazing.

Mum had the fresh tagilatelle with tomatos, garlic and basil. 

Four of the other women had a saffron prawn (gambas) risotto.

One lady had spinach and ricotta ravioli with a fresh tomato, garli and olive sauce.

Laura and I had our favorite black sesame seared Tuna steak with a tangerine lettuce salad and a sesame, ginger and garlic dressing.

The lunch was fantastic and definitely worth another visit.  Here are some images of the Mercat de Colon. 

Style File: Laura in Valencia

As you may know Laura and I are in Valencia.  The other day we went for a stroll over to a friends house.  Luckily for us, it is nice and warm here in sunny Spain.  Off we skipped in our shorts, t-shirts and for Laura, dungerees. 

I love dungarees.  There is something so juvenile and quirky about them. Perhaps we feel cool when we are wearing dungarees because it is the garment we wore when we were invincible little five year olds.  

This particular pair of dungarees was bought on Ebay a few years ago.  Yes it was a bit of a gamble to bid on such an unlikely article of clothing.  Firstly- how do you know they will fit?  The answer is that you don't.  Both Laura and I have to roll up these dungarees because they are far too long.  Furthermore, dungarees were not all the rage when Laura was buying them like they are at the moment.  I did think Laura was a little bit mad when she was buying them- all I was hoping was that she would channel Alexa Chung rather than the Rugrats.  I'll let you decide whether she was successful or not in pulling off that look. 

Laura wears:

Dunngarees: Ebay

Cropped grey strappy top: Cotton On

Sunglasses: Urban Outfitters

Beaded Flip Flops: Kenyan Duka

Bangle: Valencian mini store

Watch: Longines

One of my favourite details about these dungarees is the random little orange butterfly on the back. It just makes them a bit different from the standard ones Topshop are now pumping out. 

Style File: Phillie in Valencia

At the moment I am in Valencia, taking a Spanish course to upgrade my (currently dismal) Spanish speaking abilities.  With no return flight booked yet,  I do not know how long my trip out here is going to be, but I do know, for the first few days in Valencia, I had a real holiday. My gorgeous friend Phillie flew on the same flight as my twin sister and I.  You may have met Phillie on my blog before. She is a girl who knows how to dress.  As I have previously stated, her style is very classic and well put together. She is also my hair-spiration (she has hair that rivals Kate Middleton).

Whilst we were in Valencia, I took a number of photos of her outfits.  They were too gorgeous not to!  Here is what Phil wore out to dinner last Saturday night.

Jeans: GAP

Top: ZARA

Handbag: Bally

Necklace: Thailand

Watch: Follie Follie

Shoes: Converse