you can always claim it was special just because you have not seen much, or because you are missing home (and I was)... but actually, it was special because IT WAS. London would not be London if you don't have a chance to walk under the rain. Or watch your long shadow in an autumn afternoon, strolling along Greenwich park. It was deliciously lonely and ... at the same time, what a great discovery. Some song playing "didn't know I was looking for love until I find you" (was it Karen Ramirez?) and I found myself in love with this nearly unexplored, distant experience of a city and its memories that will stay underneath my skin, forever.
Time for a tatoo? not yet... only when ready to bury it under my skin... not quite yet
I will have to be back, first, once... twice... several times. And then, maybe just then, I will be ready to add it to my skin milestones.
Not yet.
