Lucky me, Swedish woman in Zürich, Swiss decided a couple of months ago to fly straight to Gothenburg. Landvetter airport is the closest one to my parents place (well, if you can call 2 hours in the car for close...) and I always try to fly in there, so my lovely parents can pick me up.
Not so lucky me couldnt get tickets with Swiss this time, meaning Im now awaiting a flight to Amsterdam before I can continue to Gothenburg. Yaay, 2 hours in Amsterdam.
I only bought 1 christmas gift so far. For my dad.
The rest are still to be selected and bought. I dont beat up myself too much since I am only travelling with a teeny tiny carry on on sunday and Im staying for 9 days in Sweden. A girl needs her luggage space for clothes.
Awaiting tuesday when Im going with my bestie for a shopping spree in the home town. There are like 2 stores to choose from so Im sure Ill find something for each and everyone in my family... :)
Picture of me and Nathalie and the real Santa Claus.
Saturday has always been my most favorite day of the week. I just love the feeling that I have the whole weekend ahead of me. Nowadays most Saturdays are spent in Scandinavia hair but that doesnt mean anything else than a lot of fun, I dont complain!
I still have a bag to pack, leaving up north early tomorrow.
This is me hanging in Scandinavia hair. //the Narcissist
I just came back from Sweden and realized that I have far more things to do than I thought of. My office was the same mess as when I left. My manfriend always asked me how I can work in such an explosion of things but for me it's more like an organized mess. I know my stuff and god forbid the person who tries to clean it (yes, it happened that my thoughful man wanted to be nice but it always leads to me yelling around asking where everything is. Cliché I know..)
Scandinavia hair looks nice though. Decorated for Christmas before I left!
So, Im Swedish and yes, Sweden can be really cold. Once or twice where I grew up we had minus 30 Degrees Celcius and that, my friends, is really cold. I remember my mum telling me not to go horseback riding too far with my pony because she was afraid that I would get frostbites. To the story belongs that my mum always encouraged me to go on hour-long tours with my somewhat chubby pony so when she told me not to,
it is bad.
Some people seem to think that only because you grew up far north on the map, you have developed some kind of resistance towards cold weather. I cannot...