Marcel
My journal entry from two years ago (just a classic text-based journal) ended with me promising myself I wouldn’t spend my birthday alone the following year. And I didn’t. Last …
I didn't get engaged that day.
I turned 37 on that day! That number doesn’t remotely reflect the age I feel I should be, but who am I to argue with Chronos?
This was the first vacation I never wanted to end. But I was also glad to be back with the cats.
Visiting Tower Bridge while melting wasn’t exactly a highlight of this trip, but I’m glad I saw it.
London’s parks are on another level. Ted Lasso didn’t lie about Richmond’s beauty, and Anna surprised me with a Sofar Sounds concert in an old chapel.
We had quite a social day. Notting Hill is unbelievably beautiful.
Big Ben is far prettier than I expected. I thought it would be just a boring old tower, but it’s so detailed!
We arrived in London, and I couldn’t have had a better initial impression. I loved it from the very first second.
We didn’t have a single day with fewer than 20,000 steps, and after a while, it definitely started to show.
I expected to like Edinburgh more than I did. The people were great, but the city just didn’t have the right vibe for me.
What's up with GBP? It feels like fake plastic money!
