I'm in sweden, what a lovely country! Right now I'm living at Johan's place, which is in the middle of nowhere in a little place called Säm. I arrived yesterday at 3.30 pm. Went to get something to eat with Marina and Johan, met Anton randomly on the street, so weird, especially since it is "raggarhelg" A weekend where people with old cars meet up in Varberg driving around for hours just to show off their cars, which means there are a lot of people. In The evening we went to Amanda b. b's place and drank beer played ball and listened to music. Went to a club or whatever afterwards called "Bodegan" where you had to be 18, so I couldn't get in at first, instead I had to sit on a bench outside the club for about an hour, which would have been bad, but anton and some other people decided to sit down with me and keep me company. In the end I came in, by running past the guards, we stayed there for some time drinking more beers.. Went home to Johan's place at 2.30 am, eating some pie like thing.
Don't know what were doing today really, for know we're just relaxing lying in bed, it's almost 3, and were still in our pj's.
(Pictures will come once I come home)
Ive been standing on a latter most of the day picking cherries. It's now the first good ones start to come, so you have to be fast before the birds get to them, and make them uneatable. I remember when I was a little kid, I used to spend every moment with my grandfather, I loved him more than anybody else, he was the best, since my parents spent every moment working. But I remember one special weekend, I was at my grandfathers place, we were bored even though the sun was shining, so we took our bikes and rode all the way to my parents house, which is about 12 km. So as little girl, it seems like a lot longer, when we finally arrived, we found the old latter in the shed, and he would climb up the latter and pick the cherries and throw them down to me, and I would run around in my white dress with a basket in my hands trying to catch the falling cherries. After we had picked the amount we wanted, we took our bikes home to his place again, but on the way home we stopped at the local bakery and buy our favorite cake "kartoffelkage". When we got home we ate it all and fell a sleep in the hammock.
