coming back to london

rita, my so called crazy cousin, is my great buddy and one of my favourite traveling companions – our little trip to london was no exception. we had a blast and she is sharing a little about it today! rita was one of my first friends blogging, if you want to give it a chance at  portuguese check out o que e que tou aqui a fazer and read about her adventures in india, chile, bolivia, and a lot more.

why do i love coming back to london…

I don’t remember how many times I’v been to london, but it’s a place where I love to keep going back. Why is that?
I love going to the local markets, buy fruits and veggies and pretend to live here myself.
I love to marvel myself at the amazingly attractive products and wanting to buy them all.
But most of all, I love coming home with my friends and have the best home made brunch in town, and listen to some live music, while we get everything ready.
I love not to have to rush to go somewhere and just let myself go and get lost in unknown areas of the town.
I love to check new places I didn’t know, such as small cafes or warm bakeries.
but most of all I love to walk in the cold, with great company and loose track of time in those conversations that have been on hold for months.
I love the variety of people you see in the street and getting amazed by so many different cultures.
I love going to musicals as I love going to small intimate plays.
But most of all, I love ending the night eating dim sum and chatting about our day.
I love Christmas crackers, mince pies and Christmas carols.
I love Christmas wrapping paper, having to convert pounds into euros and having a card called oyster.
But most of all, I love knowing I’ll be coming back, and never get tired of it.