London heathrow

My days in London were a wild blur of epic solo adventures, met mazing friends and a date 🤣 spontaneous decisions, and more cups of tea than you knew was humanly possible to drink. I played tourist with flair—posing like a pro on a distance of Big Ben, and accidentally adopting a fake British accent in a cab, because "Cheers, mate!" just rolled off the tongue after some days.

I mastered the Underground, feeling like a local, except for the one time you rode in the wrong direction for a solid 20 minutes. Camden’s markets? I shopped like there was no tomorrow. . By night, I discovered the magic of London’s pubs, where the bartenders started recognizing my face and I almost believed I were a Londoner.

But now… the dreaded moment has come. It’s time to pack up the souvenirs. I stare longingly at the London skyline one last time, already plotting MY return. Heathrow awaits, and as I head to the airport, I feel like I'm leaving a part of my heart behind. London’s not just a city anymore—it’s a new obsession. I am absolutely going back, and next time, I will figure out how to sound like a proper Londoner.En savoir plus