Teddy Eddy Ed Sheeran, what a magical man. To have witnessed his performance in real life is a dream come true. Not only did it exceed my expectations, it was utterly and absolutely genius. His songs, his voice and the sheer talent he possesses, it was all there and it was all real. I never thought I would be one of those people, shedding tears at a concert, but the raw emotions and power that just coursed through the arena was breathtaking. I could have been there for hours upon hours just listening to him.
He most definitely was the highlight of the day, but he was not the only mountain stop. It is insane how much you can accomplish during one single day. After our arrival in the capital at around 11 am that day, everything just kept rolling on. We went shopping for a bit, cause you know – capital equals shopping. While out and about the city we meet up with an old friend who recently moved there for studies. Then we got ready for the concert and headed to The Globe (globen) – as they call it. After a 2 hour magnificent show, we were starving, so we had to find a place to eat. Except it was 11 pm on a Wednesday, and most of the restaurants were closed. So we decided to go to a bar, and hopefully be able to eat there. But just as everywhere else, the kitchen was closed, and they only served side dishes. So contented with some nachos and pork – which were amazing – we managed to get a bit of food in our system, but the next thing you know, where doing tequila shots at Cafe Opera. Form there on the night went from club to club, and I have honestly never had as good of a trip as I had there with my two closest friends. (And I am not talking about a fix, but a weekend or “holiday”).
Walking around in a city that is still alive and going during the hours before dawn is an absolutely beautiful feeling. Even with the aching feet, from the heels that can’t even support you, and still after dropping your contacts on the pavement. There is just this longing the city brings, the longing inside you for adventure. Especially when the clock hits the 4 am mark and you have nothing on your mind but the coming hour of whatever you please. There was one moment at 5 am when the alarm on my phone went off – it was meant for the day before. However the concept of time seemed rather irrelevant, there was no need to check for the time, because there was no hurry, we had no set time to be back. We took the steps as they came, and wherever the place took us, we went. Even if that meant that our last stop was at a burger shack, with strangers only met a minute before. Although wherever that final stop had been, as long as it was spent with good company, I’d be content.
The night however ended with a cold bed, loose held walls, and alcohol still drenching my blood.