Here we are again. A girl & her airport beer philosophy.

The portpub (airport pub) presents an impressive tap selection. My eyes, as they always do, made straight for the Guinness. But something cosmic intervened, suggesting today was not a Guinness day. Today was something else entirely.

Bud Light. A beer I’ve always wanted to be acquainted with. 

First sip. Disgustingly impressed. The audacity. light, unapologetic, poetic even. A 10/10 from a girl who expected nothing and received something suspiciously close to joy.

The venue, although unassuming, provided the perfect conditions for a solo pint. Somewhere between my first and last sip, I believe this drink may have just changed something spiritually about me. 

This must be the feeling people refer to when suggesting that travel results in growth. It hasn't. But for a moment, it felt like it could've.

Signing off because my phones on 8% and I have no charger. 

£4 btw. Blissful. 
Gatwick, The Flying Horse.