The last goodbye

I farewelled Heeyul at Malaga airport. I was feeling a bit emotional since the night before, and when he hugged me goodbye, I broke down in tears. I just couldn't stop, even when he had boarded his plane and it had flown off, I was still breaking down sporadically. Funny story: I started crying again at customs, then the cute customs officer signalled to me to not to cry (in a consoling sort of way I suppose). LOLS! Then on the plane I got so dehydrated from all that crying I had to buy a really overpriced tiny bottle of water to replenish myself. When I got to my hostel in London, I slept pretty much immediately at...6 or 7pm.

I didn't plan on doing anything in London other than shop. So I shall upload some photos which I have now gotten from Yang from the beginning of my trip. Ahh the format of this blog is cyclical...

Buckingham Palace

 

London Eye

The obligatory photo by the iconic London telephone box

indulging in a macaroon Yang brought for me from Paris

St Paul's Cathedral

Posing by Tower Bridge with Yang

Trafalgar Square. GAWD I was so thin back then, oh how I wish to return to that weight T_T