As you know, I’m in London visiting my boyfriend Daniel for two weeks because the project I have at school now allows me to work from anywhere. It feels odd being in a place that isn’t mine anymore but has been for the past four years. Anyhow, this is what my first Saturday looked like: The flat was drowning in sunlight when we woke up on the Saturday. Daniel surprised me with having filled the whole fridge with food for us, instead of letting it echo empty and us having to head to the store first thing as per usual. ”I just like walking to the store in the morning and picking out exactly what I fancy that morning.” I have to agree that walking down the warm streets alongside other sleepy East Londoners in worn jeans and comfy hairdos, feeling the heat from the sun on my jumper and the weekend buzz in the air, is a wicked way to start a day. We play loud music with all the windows open as we prepare breakfast. One of Daniel’s flatmates is there in his pink hair, swinging his kimono around as he speak wildly on the phone. Nobody wants to get dressed because nobody will allow this Saturday morning to pass. Eventually we do though and outside the bricks are sizzling and cherry blossom dance around in the air before they gather on the ground. In London Fields park we find Kajsa, Amel and Saboune amongst hundreds of people barbecuing in the grass. It’s like summertimes when we did this several times a week. However, the wind is getting aggressive and our cheeks scarlet so we just do what any other Londoner would – we head to the pub. Together with this little fella named Bear that Seb is dogsitting for the week. He might be adorable but people around us actually move tables because of his farts… Amel and Kajsa plan our joint trip to Amel’s home in Scotland in November when the mist is thick and the whiskey dark. Saboune. Daniel. I’m absolutely bias when it comes to the UK but how brilliant isn’t it to be able to go to the pub at 2pm on a Saturday find that it’s already packed? Our phones keep on vibrating as our friends ask to join. It’s time to switch pubs and together with more friends we head to the Spurstowe Arms where the seven of us squeeze in around a table for two. This sun. <3 The Icelandic babe Theo. We talked about South American lovers, hot band members and Indian wedding ceremonies, all present in our lives in the last month. But Daniel isn’t too keen on those topics. As the sun climbs down the London skyline we all become hungry and decide that a last minute barbecue is an excellent idea. So we walk the 25min trek down to Kajsa’s. My sense of distance gets so skewed when I’m here as nobody pays the monthly travel card and tend to walk a good 45min without really be bothered by it. I think that’s why I tell my friends back in Sweden that East London just feels like a small town. Everybody lives close by and you can walk to work, your friends and the pub. Kajsa lives in a little house basically on the canal and has a perfect outdoor space for barbecueing. It happens that she had completely forgotten that the barbecue wasn’t assembled though and with rumbling stomachs Daniel and I take on the job. I now get why people break up after having bought stuff from Ikea. Although I couldn’t stop laughing at my dear boyfriend my only advice for you guys out there: Never try and assemble anything with your partner if that person hasn’t eaten yet. We don’t break up though and suddenly the barbecue is flaming so we can laugh it all off. As Kajsa and Daniel stands for the cooking the rest of us crack open some beer, light candles all around and get some 60s rock tunes going. When the sun disappears Kajsa pulls out all of her fur collection to keep us warm. The food takes longer than expected and by the time we eat it is pitch black out with only the amber light from peoples windows dancing in the canal. The food is definitely worth the wait and Daniel actually looks like a magician as he preps it. When we can’t feel our toes any longer we can all agree that the summer probably isn’t here just yet. Instead we move inside to sit on the floor, argue about Kanye West and drink vodka straight out of the bottle. There is no need to leave the house for a bar, everything we want is right here. Even if summer perhaps hasn’t come yet, it is so bloody close now. Linn You can find all my London adventures in here.