I came, I saw, I… fell in love.
Usually after a trip you’re at least slightly happy to be back home, to get to sleep in your own bed again. Not this time. I left a sunny, 16°C London and arrived to a dark, rainy, gloomy 8°C Helsinki late last night. I was heartbroken. I got the distinct feeling that this city is not mine.
London was great. I avoided the touristy stuff as much as I could, I’ve never been a fan of crowds and buildings, no matter how famous, all look the same to me. Instead, I spent most of my time in northern London (Camden especially) and southern London (Wandsworth area). The black metro line was definitely my best friend, taking me to both my favorite locations.
Since Gordon was in Los Angeles, I didn’t have much interest in looking for him or spending time in places where I might run into him. I walked past his restaurants but only ate at Maze Grill. It was lovely, of course, but the prices… Damn. Not for me.
I did do one stalker-ish thing though. I jogged past his Spencer Park mansion at midnight. Luckily he lives down a very normal (albeit posh) street so it wasn’t too stalker-ish to jog there. What a house he has! I had to snap a quick photo despite there being lights on at the house (Tana had ran the marathon earlier that day so I knew she was in London and probably home at the time). It was only then that I felt really weird. Like I shouldn’t be there. So I left in a hurry. But I still have my photo!
I absolutely fell in love with London. If I can get time off work, I’m going back there in August. I can’t wait!