Let me paint you a picture: you’re living abroad in Madrid where beer is cheaper than water and taking the train to Barcelona at 6:05 a.m. is even cheaper. On a rainy Friday morning, my best friend and I took the early bird train out of the Atocha train station to experience our city’s rival—Barcelona. Most people at home automatically assume we live in Barcelona when they find out we live in Spain. This is a fair assessment given the amount of Americans. Try to speak Spanish? Catalan? No, English, please.

Any girl who goes abroad should be prepared for one thing. Men. The men in London are no different. With their charming British accents and their chivalrous attitude, a girl can be charmed into thinking she’s found her Prince Harry. This is the story of how I found myself charmed in London for 72 hours.