(This post is part of BootsnAll’s 30 Days of Indie Travel series. All are welcome to join.)
This story is actually a little bit embarrassing.
While studying abroad in London in 2007, I gained about 20 lbs and a few more backpacking Europe for three months after.
The UK is well-known for its sweets and in me, the country met its match. I ate just about everything this country had to offer; Tesco cookies, tiny triangular sandwiches at high tea, sausages from illegal vendors that only come out at night and of course Cadbury everything.
But on one fine day in London, all my dreams came true on a personal food tour of Harrods. My friend, who shall remain nameless because I’m not sure he wants to suffer the embarrassment, and I sampled just about everything the upscale department store had to offer; truffles, pralines, expensive deli meats, even a few Krispy Cream Donuts. To top it off we shared a massive banana split at the Ice Cream Parlour at Harrods.
Our eating frenzy continued for a few more stores after Harrods as we made our way home. But it came to a sad end at the lifts in our residency. We hopped on the lift with just a couple other people, the norm, but unlike usual, this time the lift didn’t budge.
We were over capacity.
So with our heads down in shame over how far our fat kid dreams had gone, we hopped off.
It was time to start using the stairs…
Photo via www.skyscrapercity.com.
