The last day in London came wrong to Oxford Street convinced to get off the subway near the Liverpool train station and with the remaining money I could buy either the magnets or the metro ticket for not walking 40 minutes on the road … of course I made the most appropriate decision and I must admit I bought the best magnets.
There was nothing left but to put the backpack on the shoulder, the water in his hand, the magnets in the bag, and proceed for the last, immense and endless walk to the train station.
Between a song and the other I had time to reflect on the time in which the idea of traveling is born: at that moment you are convinced, you are energetic when you click “buy” the airline ticket, when you read the guide to plan the destinations of the days, but then when you approach the date of your departure you start to be afraid of what may happen to you.
I started as fast as possible, fast and late, but I have to admit that if it had not been so I would have had time to be afraid.
I started this journey without expectations, without too many thoughts, and finally, I can say that I am satisfied with what happened.
I did not manage to respect all I had planned and I thought I had visited 1/4 of the things I planned because I lost at least a thousand times; it wasn’t easy to get understood and understand what they had said, I also bought a fantastic 3£ cupcake, then open it and see it overturned without being able to make one of the most delicious photos ever (I must admit it was really good).
Despite this I enjoyed myself, I have noticed so many details in the least known streets and many features of the city, I have also been able to see the diversity of life from nation to nation, habits, language, ways to do and much more …
So thank you London for this wonderful experience and do not be afraid because i’ll see you soon. Read More