Because it really felt like the movie. With the buildings and stuff. Only it didn’t collapse. Yay! DiCaprio happened to be there, though. Right.
It all started with the big poster right at the entrance of the airport which said: “Liverpool has the greatest nightlife”. They even have websites (as in plural) dedicated to this only. Nightlife. Interesting, huh? It actually all began with the party for my second, the 9-months-old, niece at the Leasowe Castle. Yes, castle. So we all flew there. All queens and kings, obviously. My family, basically.
Since I am already a packing boss, it took me just a couple of minutes to put together my most recent favourite stuff and an outfit for the party. Little did I knew then that I did not put any heels in my luggage or, at least, this is the version my parents know. No, but I really didn’t. Know.
And this is how I ended up walking
down the streets with my Nikes on the whole trip. In fact, for a whole month already. Because yes, I am a shoe addict (the fun shoe addict, as in the shoes has to be fun). And when I have an addiction… Uh! I wear it.
And so I did every day of the journey.
So, all I knew about Liverpool was that it is recognised by Guinness World Records as the World Capital City of Pop . Nope, I didn’t know that. But I knew it is the birthplace of The Beatles. You bet I should know. My brother used to put me to put me to bed to this (amongst others):
And look at me know!
I’m keeping the Beatles tour for my next time there. Yes, I am a pleasure delayer. Or smth. The glasses below we got from the Beatles store in the museum are a preview and my cousin and I were excited. Or smth. No, we were!
And he laughed a lot at this.
Beats me why. But then he got me a coffee.
And then took me to The Eeeeeye. Aw. Time with family, you know?
And to the docks. Albert Doks and Pier Head are some of the most popular places in Liverpool.
You know what they say about the weather in UK? It’s sunny most of the time. Haha. Or at least when I’m there. A little bit of clouds and rain never hurt nobody. It just makes it more romantic. Or so I hear.
But my favourite part (no connection with the above) is the ocean. On Crosby Beach. While in Liverpool. Or so far, at least. With my mom, dad and brother. Almost unbeatable.
I told you it was sunny! And these are some statues. The statues on the shore. Yup.
And this is where the ocean sleeps. And this is where I sit.
The reflux made me do it. And everything there made me stare. Made me breath. Made me dream. Made me wish. Made me not to want to leave. And live!
Oh, and the Fazenda restaurant. Maaaaan, the steak there! M, m, mmm! And the bathroom. Lol. Beautiful, cozy place. And staff.
And waking up to this every morning.
My brother (above) is gooooiiiiiing to kill meeeeeee!
Well, let it be!
Written by Cristina Pavelescu