Four days left

That's what I say to myself surprisingly when I think about this Saturday. I am not going to say that I am not looking forward to come back but time has gone so fast...
Yesterday I spent my last day in London. I went alone and had a very busy day. I visited four museums: Victoria and Albert Museum, Natural History Museum, Tate Modern and National Gallery. Besides I visited Harrods briefly. Harrods made me feel strange. I mean half of me was amazed of all that luxury but the other half was just indignated becauses I couldn't help remembering that there were children starving meanwhile those beauty dependents gave me kind smiles in that superficial, careles world, pretending everything is perfect. Maybe that one is a stupid thought, I don't know. Victoria and Albert Museum was very interesting, Natural History Museum was amazing but too much crowded. I went to the Tate Modern in boat XD and there I found out that I like modern art, not all, of course, only that one that I can understand. And they were not that hard to understand if you read the explanation just next to the painting! I didn't have time to see National Gallery as I would like but I bought the little book.
So after a very tiring day I returned to Oxford reading breaking down (I have to finish it before coming back to Spain) and I decided that I would come back to London one day to do all the things I couldn't, but not alone, with someone to be able to share so much beauty and hugeness.
Now I have four days left and I will try not to waste them thinking about you all, but enjoying them.