Decided on the fly late last night, with a half a bottle of wine in my belly that we wanted to travel to Bristol the next day.
We were taken in for a night with Brandon's friend Johnny, a Canadian who has been calling South London his home for 2 years now.
The boys bought a case of beer and I shared a few bottles of rose with Johnny's girlfriend Rocio. Unfortunately, Rocio had work in the morning so she had to miss out on the living room kareoke session that lasted until 4 a.m.
Today my body is a bit sore from the over indulgence.
But Bristol is fantastic. The architecture has successfully combined modern buildings with the historical ones.
Plan on touring Bath tomorrow morning.
All of this goodness and I'm still allowing headlines from papers at home drag me down. 'The loonie drops more than 2 cents'.
At this early point in our journey I've already begun to let myself worry about money. Especially at this time where on the world stage our little old loonie is being beat up.
*Breathe, this isn't worth the worry*
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