My sister and her boyfriend have one friend, named Adam. I’m not sure of the reasons why they have only one, but they’re proud of their friend and he came highly recommended.

So, when he came to England this week to study for the next year I met up with him for the weekend and showed him a bit of the city before he starts school.

Saturday night was the Thames Festival, so the South Bank was PACKED. We took a break a couple blocks away at a pub and had a drink, then kept pushing through the South Bank so I could show him Tower Bridge at night.

Southwark Bridge.

St. Paul’s Cathedral.

At this point we stopped in another pub to make videos to send to Karen and the boyfriend on What’s App. What’s App is amazing.

This picture, however, is what pretty much sums up the weekend. Me taking a picture of him taking a picture of food, then him taking a picture of the food with me in the background uploading my picture to Instagram.

I was FINALLY with someone who also had to take a picture of every single thing. Every meal. Every drink. It was perfect because I didn’t have to worry about the other person thinking it was weird that I was letting my food go cold while I was taking pictures at different angles and uploading to Instagram/Facebook. Every meal we had sat there for about five minutes before we got around to eating.

I took him out for a Sunday roast at my favorite pub. I got the veggie wellington, which has appeared on my blog quite a few times before.

As good as ever!

After some suitcase shopping (I’m leaving in four days!!) and general time wasting, we headed to Soho to walk around and see some more sites. But! By that time we needed to manage our hunger so we stopped off at a Mexican place I love and got frozen margaritas and appetizers. (same place I went Tuesday!)

And yep, that’s a jalapeno in his margarita. I should have tried it …

Also, I have to say that it was good to hang out with an American! I love my European friends, but a lot of times I feel like I don’t really fit in over here and that people judge me or don’t take me seriously. When I talk to Americans I feel totally normal again and it’s really nice!

Did I mention, FOUR days!