(afternoons spent reading my book in this charming little square)
Weekend #2 in Bristol and I now feel like a local. As soon as I arrived late Saturday night, George and I went out for a romantic meal to a gorgeous Italian restaurant, called Prego. That was the perfect way to start the weekend.
On Sunday; I climbed hills, I ducked into adorable cafe's and delis, I didn't stop taking photos, I breathed in the fresh autumn air, I seemed to think every colourful house was just as adorable as the one before it, I window shopped along Park St and through Cabot Circus, but most of all, I had the best time exploring the beautiful city all by myself. It was perfect. I didn't want to leave.
But it has taken me a while to get back into reality since all day today, I have had the worst case of wanderlust. I haven't been able to stop dreaming about countless places I need to visit. Already looking forward to next weekend and seeing where it will take me.
On Sunday; I climbed hills, I ducked into adorable cafe's and delis, I didn't stop taking photos, I breathed in the fresh autumn air, I seemed to think every colourful house was just as adorable as the one before it, I window shopped along Park St and through Cabot Circus, but most of all, I had the best time exploring the beautiful city all by myself. It was perfect. I didn't want to leave.
But it has taken me a while to get back into reality since all day today, I have had the worst case of wanderlust. I haven't been able to stop dreaming about countless places I need to visit. Already looking forward to next weekend and seeing where it will take me.











