Waking up on the last day of Yacht Week is the most bizarre feeling.
It’s such a bitter sweet mixture of emotions. On the one hand you’re tired, a bit burnt, hungover and all you want is a long hot bubble bath and your own bed with soft, fresh sheets. On the other hand you’re leaving all your new friends behind. There’ll be no more rolling out of bed and slithering into the ocean, no more dancing under the stars or learning how to say hello in every language imaginable (so far I’m up to: hola, boke, hej, hallo, salut, hallo, ciao, halloisen, merhaba).
We said goodbye to our new friends with hugs, kisses and furious scribbling of last names for Facebook stalking. They headed off to the airport for early morning flights and we took refuge at Laganini Beach Club . Which, by the way, is my favourite place in Croatia.
It’s a little cliffside oasis of calm & exactly what we needed after the Yacht Week whirlwind.
I ate myself to a standstill and drank just enough wine to ensure I’d sleep all the way home.
I woke up just in time to see the sun setting over London and felt a pang of sadness. Tomorrow Valentina will be going back to Sweden and I’ll be left to live without her again. Yacht Week was one of the best weeks of my life and I can’t believe it’s over.
If you’re keen to join Yacht Week next year, I’ll write a little How-To guide tomorrow with tips for booking, what to take, etc. But for now, I’m going to make the most of my last day with my sister from another mister, and have a little cry. .
