You most likely followed my Gran Canaria trip over on Instagram, Marta and I fled Barcelona for a 3 day wellness trip (more details on that to come) on the island, closer to Africa than Spain itself. It’s over 3 hours on a plane, it still strangely felt like Spain but simultaneously, not at all. It was absolutely more exotic than say, Ibiza or Mallorca. The days leading up to my trip were stressful, I was unsure I’d even be able to make the trip. But like usual, things arranged themselves mere hours before I was due at the airport, packing wasn’t packing at all but a hurried toss of whatever was brand new into a suitcase, plastic packaging still intact. Accidentally, everything I brought, with the exception of some very old pyjamas and mismatched swimwear hails from Lasula, by now you are well aware of my love for the brand and genuinely, these pieces may be my favourites yet.