London in my soul

It was my third time in London and the first time I hopelessly fell in love with it. Maybe it was because it was Spring, the time when the world comes to life or maybe just because I had changed.

The first time I visited the city it has been a great experience, all good fun with good friends, ticking famous destinations off the “to do” list. My second time as I recalled some time ago it was all about me. I was not touched by anything because I was blind and deaf and I did not know how to live beautifully and see with my soul.

But the third time’s the charm. I have visited London in late March of this year with my mother. I try to go somewhere with her at least once per year since it gives us the chance to spend some quality time together while also discovering lovely places. Moreover, we have the same traveling style being able to walk from morning till dusk or until we drop.

We had been together only in Italy until now (since I am obsessed with that country and she also loves it) and London was something new and different. But let me just tell you, if you want to experience the best Spring ever, go to London!

I could spend hours and days getting lost on these streets, admiring the beautiful buildings and dreaming in colors

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Instagram has offered me a lot of insights on where to go and what to see, but as always I was a bit skeptic before getting there because you know, pictures are always better than the real place is right? Well, I was wrong. So so wrong. Maybe it was all for the best because when you build up expectations places don’t always turn out to be as beautiful as you expect them to be, but when you don’t expect that much, this is when life gives you something to remember.

It was strange because it felt like I was there for the first time like I was walking these streets for the very first time in my life, even though my mind was sending me some messages every now and then reminding me I have been there before. I must say that person wasn’t me, it wasn’t me at all. How could I have seen these streets and not fall in love? How could I have passed these doors without falling hopelessly in love? What was wrong with me? With that person I once was.

Good morning!🌞

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I was blind but now I could see. See and feel. And these streets will forever live in my mind and in my soul. This London will forever be a part of me. I will close my eyes and dream about these colors, about this clear blue Spring sky.

In another way, from another point of view

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If you are ever in doubt, don’t waste a moment, go see London in Springtime and you will never regret it or forget this place! Go get lost on Portobello Road, in Notting Hill, see magnolias in bloom at  Kensington Palace, admire the beautiful embassies on Kensington Palace Gardens Road, play hide and seek with a squirrel in Holland Park and maybe, just maybe…allow yourself to feel blue.

If you're feeling blue try painting yourself a different color.. or not

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Just promise me one thing: keep your eyes and heart always open!

 

Author: IngridZenMoments

I am Ingrid, a 29 year old woman (even if it still feels funny to say this, I am a child at heart) living in Bucharest, Romania who is trying to blend in travelling (whenever and wherever possible), reading and yoga into the boring corporate life of a financial controller.

9 thoughts

  1. Lovely photos and I love hearing your perspective on how your view of London changed. I wish I could feel the same way about Paris, i’ve been 4 times in all the seasons and can’t mange to find it as magical as most people do! London reminded me of NYC where I lived for 7 years so it just felt like the british version of home haha 🙂

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    1. Oh wow, I totally feel you about Paris :)) I have only been there once some years ago, spent one week and had the chance to see mostly all the touristic places but I was not impressed either. I guess I had too high expectations? I thought I would give it another try in the future (maybe after spirits get calmer around there)…but it is not encouraging to hear you have been 4 times and still not a fan ;))

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  2. Lovely photos! I must admit I kind of hated London, because I somehow never got lucky there (1st time got robbed, 2nd time had rats in our hotel room and I fell sick, 3rd time it rained for a whole month in July and my studio was invaded my ants, and the last time I almost got run over by a bus). Still: your little post might make me return and try my luck again! 😊

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  3. London is beautiful and I love it! I love how the pictures came out, it seems like you got really lucky with the weather too! 🙂 I was there 3 times as well and I could spend hours just walking around… actually looking at my phone’s data the days when I was in London were my most active days with most steps/miles walked 😀

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