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Off to Wembley
You know that feeling when your favorite artist finally announces a new tour after 4 years, but the concert is, of course, somewhere abroad—in London—and you don't have any more vacation days left at work to make it a longer trip... and everything points to Harry Styles waiting for another chance... But he won't, no no, I’m not the one who’s going to wait!
I took matters into my own hands, asked for a Friday off at work, packed a carry-on suitcase, and took my mom and my four-year-old daughter on the adventure of a lifetime—to a concert at Wembley.
And yes, that little worm of doubt appeared: how will we manage, it’s quite exhausting for a child, London for only 3 days, not even full ones, she’s too small for Wembley, children under 5 aren't even allowed…
I decided to silence it quickly and rushed to Purity Box for the perfect "bomber" jacket that fits perfectly into an outfit for this special occasion, and we needed it more than ever, because the weather in London can always be surprising, even in June.
And so we set off; three generations singing at the top of our lungs, dancing, laughing, and creating memories that will last forever.
And that is why you should take the risk. Buy those tickets. Allow yourself to live your own fairy tale, even if it's just for a weekend. Don't pay attention to what others say—awaken the child within and create your own magic!
The next morning and a leisurely walk in Hyde Park
We got up slowly, without rushing, still full of impressions from the previous evening, and decided to spend the day in Hyde Park, which was right across from our hotel.
A little dress, sneakers, a jacket, bows in her hair, and my little one set off to conquer the park! If you didn't know, the squirrels in the park are absolutely adorable and very friendly; you just melt when they approach you.
Ice cream before lunch—why not!
And right on the way to the restaurant where we had a reservation for lunch, there was an ice cream truck! “Mommy, look!!!”, I don’t think she ever noticed something faster or squealed louder with excitement. The logical response would be: maybe we can find another one after lunch, or something similar, but no.
I asked her which flavor she wanted, and with glassy eyes, she chose strawberry. And can you believe it? She didn't spoil her lunch; she ate her Bolognese and added on her own that she didn't want anything sweet, since she had already had ice cream.
And while we're on the subject of ice cream, summer at the seaside is approaching along with a new adventure we are preparing for with PurityBox!