Am I the only one that has this song by The Clash stuck in my head every time I go to London? I know it’s such a cliché but I can’t help it, I just love the song.
Back in 2015, this was my first trip to the UK and my first big trip on my own. I was very nervous. I found my old diary from the trip and here is a little excerpt I wrote one week into my journey:
After coming back from Portugal and Madrid I had exactly half a day to pack my things for another adventure. I went to Scotland with my friends for a couple of days. It was my second time in Scotland. It’s one of my favourite countries and always has been. Why do I love it so much? Beautiful nature, old castles, bagpipes, redheads, tartan, the accent…I love the accent, even though it’s hard to understand sometimes 😀
Okay, so do you remember how sick I was in Madrid? I was feeling way better at home but the next day I lost my voice 😦 We travelled with my friend from Bratislava to Edinburgh via London. We had to wait around 6 hours for our plane at Stansted (another friend joined us there) and I slowly started to lose my voice. This is becoming quite a ritual every summer now when I’m sick 
I slowly started to lose my voice at the airport so I was trying not to speak very loud or at all. I went to a pharmacy to buy some pills that would help. I don’t really remember when I could properly speak again but I guess on the third day everything was already okay.
Suitcase is my best friend 