Gatwick airport. Gatwick Express. Taxi. South Kensington. Home sweet home. Que bella casa. Dinner at Yauatcha. Maya. Tramp. Do you wanna sleep? Shiny-sunny day. Kensington streets. Convent Garden. Picadilly Circus. A-m-a-z-i-n-g dinner at Sketch. Bath. La Movida. A freezing queue. Mafia's apartment. Around the world to come back home on high heels. Smiling in the meantime. Hot bed. God Bless! V.I.P Room. "I wanna go to Harrod's". Someone here is a shopaholic. Picadilly with a different light. Killing everybody's hungry at sophisticated Mr Chow. Hurry, let's eat the streets. Hot milk while buying some **** boots. Absolut Disco Special Edition. Now K has a K to save her keys. So special. Big hamburger in a side street full of happy people. Magazines. Mind the gap. Oh no, I wo't eat anything else. Half chicken at Nando's, for a portuguese taste. The Prestige. Warning-morning call. Last gifts. Last jacket. Last wonderful conversation with that someone in that someplace. Sun, sun, sun. South Kensington. An extra bag. Taxi. Gatwick Express. Gatwick airport. Fire alarm. Flights delayed. No fire, just killing our time. Aproaching to Portela. Strange sounds at the arrival. "This is the captain, we had some problems with the airplane system, we have to stay here until someone come to pick us to our plane". Really? And if it was a few minutes before? Bags. Smile. Home. What a great time to be alive. No doubt about it.