{"id":1078,"date":"2022-02-15T21:13:25","date_gmt":"2022-02-15T21:13:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/?p=1078"},"modified":"2022-03-16T19:01:26","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T19:01:26","slug":"the-london-years-always-have-a-sister-7-of-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/2022\/02\/the-london-years-always-have-a-sister-7-of-20\/","title":{"rendered":"The London Years: Always have a sister (7 of 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Let me start with a story that is definitely against type. When I told my sister<\/a> I’d go learn how to ski before an upcoming trip to Austria (the boyfriend being a skiing fan), she told me I definitely should. “You think you got it. But you don’t”, she said darkly before sharing the story of when she went up the mountain, sat on the chair lift and waited for the opportune moment at the top to gently jump and ski off. She gently jumped, skis buried in the snow vertically, sprawled under the chair lift to her eternal embarrassment. And if you need to know one thing about my sister is that this is a story that you would never associate with her, me being a bit of a clown, she being a bit of a duchess. But then, it seems we rub off a bit on the people we love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t know what\u2019s going on? I\u2019m leaving London soon<\/a> so this is one of my 20 London stories <\/a>\u2013 a celebration of 20 years of my life here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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A post shared by Sofia Gkiousou (@sofiagk)<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n