Manifesting Dubai: The Empire Begins
It’s been a while since I’ve written, and not because I didn’t have anything to share.
These past six weeks have been intense, beautiful, full of movement.
I know I should take it more seriously. Maybe write more often.
But the truth is, I don’t want to force it.
This isn’t part of some marketing strategy.
I write because I feel like it.
Because it’s intimate.
And I never want sharing my life to feel like a routine or a task.
If it ever did, I’d lose the magic. I’d stop writing from my soul, and start writing from an empty place.
Freedom is what allows me to live each experience with intensity.
A month and a week ago, I flew to Dubai with one clear goal:
to register Benibeca as a company in the Middle East.
To begin distribution.
To move.
To make Dubai my winter home.
And like every step I’ve taken with my baby, I did it with no investors, no safety net—just the basics, fierce determination and a deep sense of certainty.
I had only visited Dubai once, for just a day and a half, exactly three years ago.
And that day, I posted on Instagram:
“Dubai will be my next goal.”
I felt it.
I saw it.
Maybe I even manifested it.
This past month in Dubai was everything.
So inspiring, so energizing.
It reminded me how much I love exploring.
Learning new markets.
Understanding industries.
Meeting people.
Creating strategies.
Connecting dots.
Designing ideas.
I live for this kind of adventure—spending every moment of the day soaking in a new country:
its culture, colors, people, places, food.
I have to say: Dubai surprised me. In the best way.
And I did have my doubts.
I’m a wild soul, after all.
The kind of woman who swims naked in Ibiza’s hidden coves,
who needs to feel the water, the sky, the breeze…
smiling at life in its simplicity.
To me, that’s real luxury—more than any beach club.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good scene every now and then.
I love wearing heels.
I love sipping a perfect wine or a spicy margarita.
What I really enjoy is observing.
I analyze every square meter: the décor, the lighting, the food, the people, the mood, the music, the vibe.
Not to judge—but to learn.
That’s what inspires me.
Being present.
Noticing everything.
Honoring what surrounds me.
In Dubai, I did all of that.
I went to The Art Club, had lunch at Verde Beach, dinner and dancing at Cuo Cuo …
spent a day at Bab Al Shams Desert Hotel Resort and discovered so many hidden and not-so-hidden gems.
I’m truly diving into a city that I feel has so much to offer… and so much more to reveal.
I’m so grateful for the amazing friends who guided me, helped me, supported me.
I felt loved.
Cared for.
Welcomed.
And I feel this deep joy, this burning passion to reach my goal:
to build the Benibeca empire in the Middle East.
This month also took me back to Saigon to visit our team—
a trip that warmed my heart.
I spent time with Thao and Trang, our managers, and with the seamstresses—
who don’t speak English (and I don’t speak Vietnamese),
so our communication was soul-to-soul.
In their smiles, in the way they look at me, in how they interact,
I feel it:
They’re happy.
They feel safe.
They enjoy our connection.
We laugh without words.
We’ve just moved into a bigger space, and we’re hiring two new people:
a young deaf-mute woman and a trans man.
Slowly, the Benibeca family keeps growing—beautifully, consciously.
Saigon is home for me.
I’ve spent years there.
I have chosen family, amazing friends.
My days are intense—lots of work, but also games of pickleball, long dinners…
I end up exhausted, but those full days give me life.
From Saigon, I flew to Bangkok for two nights.
Also work-related.
I had a meeting with the Retail Director of Six Senses.
Yes—that Six Senses.
That beautiful hotel brand I admire so much.
The meeting was magical.
Connection came easily, naturally.
It flowed with harmony.
They loved Benibeca.
And just two days ago, I received confirmation:
Benibeca will be present in their new hotel in Saudi Arabia.
A first step into this incredible hotel group.
I love Bangkok.
It feels like a mix of Hong Kong and Vietnam—cosmopolitan, layered, full of hidden corners.
After the meeting, I gave myself a free day.
I explored the streets of Talad Noi, a tiny neighborhood someone recommended.
Both nights, I dined at my favorite Thai restaurant—Niyom Cuisine.
I love traveling alone.
Savoring my rituals.
My pleasures.
At my pace.
Going to bed early.
Meditating.
Whispering thank you to the universe.
Returning to Dubai was intense—and honestly, exhausting.
A month and a half of hotel beds takes a toll.
But I finally signed the lease on my new apartment.
It’s beautiful.
Bathed in natural light.
Only a five-minute walk from the sea.
Quiet, filled with gardens, just two floors—far from the noise and towers of the city.
I’ve rented a car, driven across the city, explored industrial zones, commercial areas…
Bit by bit, I’m making this place my home— at least for half the year.
And now… I’m back in my precious Ibiza.
Where my soul belongs.
Today, I needed rest.
No work.
It’s been two full months without a single day off.
So I went on a hike with my dear friends.
We stripped down, dove into the sea—
a stunning, sparkling, crystal-clear sea.
Then we ate fresh sardines.
It was perfect.
This week will be intense.
I’ll only be in Ibiza for two more weeks before I head back to Dubai.
I’m officially leaving Spain as my country of residence—
a country that is, sadly, falling apart due to poor leadership and corruption.
Like so many others, I’m leaving.
But I’m not running away.
I’m walking towards something greater.
Something I’m building.
Step by step.
And I feel alive.