Day two of my little “running away to Europe” era starts off very on-brand: I wake up startled because we forgot to set an alarm and accidentally slept for 11+ hours. Honestly? Totally fine—it's the weekend, we’re on vacation, and we don’t have to work. The only thing I will not apologize for is my opinion on European bottle caps… I hate them. They literally bonk my nose every time I drink and I’m like, why is this a thing. By the time we got ready it was already lunchtime, but I still committed to a full English breakfast (it was okay, but better than nothing). Then we headed to Notting Hill because I grew up romanticizing it because of Notting Hill—also, the main character being named Julia feels like fate. I was “joking” about finding my Will… except I was not kidding, and he was nowhere to be found, so we shopped around Westbourne Grove instead. We took the bus to Harrods during a London heat wave with no AC (actual bus from hell), made it to Harrods for souvenir shopping (jams, biscuits, spices), accidentally stumbled into Chanel, and yes, I may or may not have made a small purchase. We ended the day with dinner at The Shed—small plates but super flavorful—then called it early with cookies, TikTok, and couch time.