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. It 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 the 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 – now – favourite stuff and an outfit for the party. Little did I know 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 have 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 knew, my brother used to put me to put me to bed to this:
And look at me know!
I’m keeping the Beatles tour for my next time there. Yes, I am a pleasure delayer. Or smth.
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.
My favourite part (no connection with the above) about Liverpool, however, is the ocean. On Crosby Beach. So far, at least. With my mom, dad and brother. Almost unbeatable.
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. Cute, cozy place. And staff.
And waking up to this every morning.
My brother (above) is gooooiiiiiing to kill meeeeeee! But ??
Well, let it be!