If there is one thing the English simply love, love, and absolutely love...it's their gardens. The amount of times that I've heard "I was in my garden when..." is beyond me. So,whether it's Kensington Gardens, or just a small lot along the side of the street, a garden is quite precious to a Brit. Regent's Park was above all my favorite green space that I went to in London. One Sunday morning in mid-July, Johanna, Christi, and I were finally showered with sunshine and thought it was a golden opportunity for a picnic out in the park. We took wine, crackers, the unforgettable Brie cheese from the market, as well as some other delicious snacks with us and headed out for a relaxing day.

Though we had the best intentions to spend a long day at the park, we had actually left later than desired only to realize we had to stop by to get some travel passes not to mention I had forgotten the direct route to the Park (I had been once before and thought I knew the closest way). So, an hour of our afternoon was cut short as we circled around for a spot on the grass. Eventually, we found a beautiful spot amongst the roses, indulged in the food and wine, and glared at the sky. A couple of us even dozed off, but soon after we started to make our way out (we had plans for the evening that couldn't wait) a group of women from Qatar set up camp near the tree next to us. There were at least 8 women, children, and one servant with them handing out food and drinks. While we weren't the only ones nearby them, they were extremely friendly neighbors and shared some cake and tea with us as if were were one of their own. The girls and I were overall touched and grateful for such a beautifully pleasant afternoon and, for me, it was a day that remains to be one of my favorites in London.