Last day of our first work week, and I didn't have time to eat breakfast once again so I started my day with a 'brunch'.
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| 'extra large breakfast to go please'- extra large? :S |
That kept me full until 9PM, when I had some evening cereal. My landlady saw that, and invited me to have dinner with her family. I thought that only Spanish people eat very late. She was worried that I couldn't handle the spicy food, but for my surprise it was less spicy than I thought. Though in a good way. I had a nice chat with her cousin- he recommended to go to Brick Lane for some curry. I'll keep that in mind of course.
After the dinner, I already felt sure to say 'I love London'.
