Last night I was remembering when I was in Oxford... Almost a year ago, time goes by so fast sometimes, so I started thinking... Witch of all the things I did are the best memories... Then I realized it's the smallest things, one class describing houses, or maybe the day I drop my ice-cream (The last vanilla ice-cream btw)... I'm telling you this 'cause I didn't have a big love there, or a magical adventure, I just live there for a while and the things I remember the most, are the simplest and smallest...
|The day I went out with many friends, and I asked for olives, 'cause I though it was a full meal|
I remember every detail of that dinner.
|The day we went to London, and we were with this annoying spanish dude... He wanted to go back to EF,|
so we decided to piss him off and we went to lunch in a boat, we were not hungry... So we took a million pics
|Aawww the day I bough my new pair of converses, I was so incredibly sad... |
But the other ones had like 10 holes, so it was hard to walk with them.
|This day... We were in London again, and Gaby's hair got tangled |
in the police officer vest...It was hilarious I laugh like for an our...