I came to England three times since I lived here, but this is the very first that I'm feeling like returning to my old "british" life. I'm at a friend's house, so, so far I'm doing quite a normal life, having dinner at home and now preparing myself to the classes tomorrow. It's all about that actually: the classes. Last Friday when I was packing, my heart was beating so fast, I guess somehow in my mind I was feeling like 2008 again, packing for one year away from home, packing to the UK. We are talking about 8 days only this time, but I am almost as nervous as I was on a Sunday night in Bristol, before my first day of school. Here are some pictures from the weekend plus mobile uploads, a very british weekend as you can see. After all, London will be London.
At the airport, waiting for my flight and rocking my Zara navajo booties.
Some hours after, next to the Thames River, enjoying the good weather in London.
My first purchase in London. It's thematic ok?
Ain't nothing but.... A blues bar in the Soho that I loved to meet.
Yap, I look like I was possessed. In some way I think I was...
Today's afternoon at Regent street, another hot hot day in London.
At the end of the day though, it was really cold and raining. Tomorrow the grey London I'm used to will be back.
Portuguese flag among all the others...
Crowded Oxford Street and my school down there.
It's all about the Olympics and Paralympics here in London.
A coke and a burger for Dinner and I'm now in the soffa almost ready to sleep. Britishness is that easy to get...