My Hen Do had been a surprise up until the week before, when I asked my sister to let me in on it early, purely because I had started stressing about what to pack. Here is how it unfolded.
Thursday: touchdown in Mallorca
We were on a six am flight, which felt brutal at the time and completely worth it the moment we landed. My three Bridesmaids had planned the entire weekend between them, and it showed within hours of landing. We checked into the hotel and walked straight down the hill, a five minute stroll, to the most gorgeous beach cove, where the first cocktails of the trip appeared almost immediately.
We spent the whole day there. That was the beauty of it: we just held one spot on the sand, and different friends arrived throughout the day as flights landed. Two of my Bridesmaids peeled off shortly after we arrived at the beach and doubled back to the hotel instead, blowing up balloons and putting together a hangover kit for every single one of us, electrolytes, under eye masks, plasters, a disposable camera, and our personalised sarongs.
No rigid schedule for the rest of us, just good company arriving in waves. Once the sun started to dip, we headed back up to the hotel to get ready for dinner and found everything laid out and waiting but in the rush they set the whole thing up in the wrong room, which we still find hilarious. By that point there were eight of us, and it was the loveliest, most relaxed way to begin.