Monday, November 13, 2006
So, last weekend was a real country-weekend. After work, Martin, Kenny , Ylva and I went straight to Dalarna and our grandmas countryhouse (an old 2-floor red-cottage school, you know, as Swedish as it can get) We got there really late, like at 01 am and it was snow everywhere. It was so cold we had to sleep with glows, hat, long johns and everything. Saturday morning I kind of woke up of Kenny throwing a snowball at me, after about 2 hours of sleep. We walked around and saw no wolf nor bear-homes, it was quiet, cold and wet. Just like its supposed to be. Food, drinks, movies, sex and the city, more walks in the forrest. We actually went out in the middle of the night watching shooting stars ( I saw about 3-4) and listening for wolf-sounds but it was so quiet we could hear the electricity running through the cables above us.
Going home sunday afternoon was easier said than done; we couldn´t even make it from the village. The first hill was filled of ice and we had to put sand on it "by hand"...it got dark...and no lights...and it was cold...and it was impossible to drive...after one hour we had to run and ask for help, so a real Swede put on his boots and helped us with his tractor. After 90 minutes we could finally head back for Stockholm.
All in all, it was a good weekend.
Sorry for my bad English; I actually think it´s my third language, but within 15 hours two Spanish-speaking friends have told me they don´t understand shit of my blogs, and I really want them to know what Im up to;)