This is an unplanned post but one that would perfectly explain why I like the United Kingdom so much. There are many reasons why but this is one very specific experience that I’d like to share.
My brain shocked me yesterday when it realised that not only did I enjoy spending the whole Easter weekend with people, I was actually looking forward to it. The first happens quite often, I enjoy spending time with my friends. The latter, however, is not that common. Before all you extroverts start to think what a selfish loser I am, please let me explain. I’m sure all my fellow introverts already understand.
This is an article lovingly written by a 90s kid who grew up with Harry Potter and still thinks her letter from Hogwarts was lost in the post because it’s literally the only logical explanation why she still has to live in the Muggle world. At least that’s currently London so here are my favourite places that I recommend visiting to all of us who will never be too old for Harry Potter (or will just lie about our age when things become slightly more embarrassing).
And by "learnt to surf" I mean "managed not to drown", not "became an actual surfer who can actually ride an actual wave". I just wasn't able to squeeze that into the title.
Did you think that looking lost and carrying a gigantic camera is enough to convince everybody you’re a tourist? Well it helps, I’m not gonna lie, but in London, there’s one thing that works even better and will give you away in a second.
Have you always wondered what are the rules of kissing in Belgium? Well I havent't and so I was thrown in at the deep end. Here's what happened.
I’ve been to London twice before I moved here in January. And on my second visit, it happened. My friend and I were having a picnic in Regent’s park when I made an eye contact with the cutest creature in the world. I remember it as if it was yesterday.
Every city is quite unique when it comes to its inhabitants, but London is a true heaven for people watchers. Here are some very London-specific types of people that you won’t meet anywhere else.
It’s hard to remember those times with no apps in your phone, no internet data, no maps, I know. Ancient times. Well this story actually didn’t happen in the Middle Ages, it happened year and a half ago in the magically beautiful land of West Cork, Ireland.
Let’s talk about the weather. I know I know! I can hear you thinking. How bloody predictable. Weather in the UK is literally the first thing everybody’s talking about whenever they’re actually talking about, you know, the UK. BUT! First, who am I to break the tradition and second, I’m not going to complain about the rain and fog as you probably thought I would. Because I actually like the British weather. Wait, what?