Why here so I digress and indulge in reveries? The answer is spontaneous holiday. But first things first: The night from Thursday to Friday was due to a yet to be written article by little (de facto: none) marked sleep, the next morning gave me a longer stay in the university, and when I got home I just wanted 2 things: My pizza to eat and sleep. The first point of this simple collection of my needs was almost ticked off when my phone rang. I must admit to having thought for a moment, just do not go and turn myself and the caller audition, I would be sleeping already. But, no I can not do that. So the first question: "Hey Michael, what is already before" I said: "Um, yes sleep, so except for (a long time and a lot of) really has not ..." - "Well, what do you think of vacation? We have over the weekend ne rented cabin in the woods by the lake, with beautiful outhouse and sauna and all, but now is one sick. ? You go with "And I'm a spontaneous person, yes, I said," Hey, that sounds good when heck go for? ". Well, I almost regretted my spontaneity, as I heard that I had just under 1 ½ hours to pack my things and regulate everything. See you, sleep! So fast aufgefuttert the pizza, a sad look towards the bed thrown out fished the pack and then just go with my belongings in the bag!
was nearly a half hours later they release it, the fun ride in the 150km northern national park with the beautiful but not for Sweden Färnebofjärden unpronounceable name. Or should we better say random walk? Because our tool for achieving that goal were the result: a rented VW Transporter, 1 compass, 3 maps, which were characterized mainly by NOT contain our target area, a poor Map24 directions to a completely different place and obscure directions of the hut owner. That sounds like fun, especially since it is pitch dark from about 17 clock in Sweden. So we followed on our odyssey to the description of the lessor, where we lodged a brief stop in the vicinity of Uppsala for the purpose of food intake. With this purchase then the gender conflict between the 3 men and 4 women of our small expedition into the Swedish wilderness became clear. By then, as we three men, including a range eggs, bacon consumption for the purpose of morning to the shopping cart contributed. I will spare further details at this point to gender-specific dietary patterns.
Then we continued north, and it was both darker and more wooded. "I spy with my little eye, and that is ..." - "tree" -. "Mist" That I'm just not equipped with a praiseworthy sense of orientation, should be so well known. Unfortunately, my fellow passengers seemed to go like, because suddenly we were in the woods and no longer knew. The precise description of the target area was in fact, unfortunately, in the name of the resort and the first name of the owner. After some Wandering in the dark we came suddenly on a white Volvo, which apparently followed us.
Ok, we are alone in the middle of dark forest, far away from civilization, and someone is following us? This can only mean two things: 1 Confused psychopaths lie in wait for us. 2. Our landlords, who were kind enough to look for us. Or both. Well, it certainly was mainly number 2, and so we were then still on to our holiday cottage. Apparently this was one of the most charming places in the world. The somewhat droll, but quite friendly landlords had already turned all the lights and heated up the oven Boller. revealed only when you leave me but the landlord, in what a historic home we have lived since. I considered the number 1912 on the kitchen wall or for the year of construction, it is in reality only the year in which the hut from the other side of the lake, where she had been standing there for 200 years, the current location has been transplanted. At least that was what I thought he could remove it from the English-Swedish-mixture of the good woman.
A few impressions of this absolutely wonderful weekend can be found here (<- klicken).
also a deeper insight into the Swedish wildlife I was allowed this weekend. But unfortunately one of the more unpleasant Variety. Because what always me as razor must have been a particularly nasty specimen of the common marsh mosquito, at least they made sure that my hand to twice their size swelled (and growing) and I to count and including Monday to the species of one-armed bandits was allowed. My left hand was in fact nothing to be used again (except as a demonstration model for the maximum swelling power of the human hand).
The bad habit to take over American festivities, is unfortunately also not left to the Swedes. Will also find plenty of Halloween celebration. And since the Michi is not a killjoy in itself, yes, he has also involved here:
Finally, again my favorite section. Yes exactly, the Swedish daily life. Halloween to fit quite well, sometimes it is here that is really scary. I sometimes wonder whether the Swede will not a mirror at home. What I'm getting at? That I am very glad to have not run after every fashion trend. This sees the moment that is this:
for "men" (so you can see them for as such): The face adorns a pair of glasses, the frightening similarity with the model that is built in our carnival-nose glasses. But the Swedes, the mean business! The other design of the face is similar to the nasal cannula, which is indeed usually supplied with a beard. The current model in Sweden just the facial hair is a (preferably blond) mustache, which I hoped he was extinct in the early 80s.
The head is covered to a cap like in colors that do not fit the rest of the clothes, and is not removed within buildings or in warm weather.
steeped in the leggings trend just too narrow Carrot pants that also like to be sometimes too short may turn to either ugly or leather shoes (these may be tapering!) with white socks or boots as well, which goes almost to the knee (and in the course, the pants are stuffed inside). In the worst case, this looks about this:
What the women wear here so I'll tell you then next time, too, is unfortunately usually no less creepy.
Until then I wish you a pleasant weekend
of Michi
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