Back in Austria, back at work, but here are the graphic reminders of what a great time we had in Sweden. Enjoy by clicking on the picture below: I’ll be updating on
I’m sitting here in Sweden at my sister’s notebook, trying to not keep pressing the wrong buttons on an utterly confusing keyboard. (Well, not that confusing really, but switch the “y”
That’s the advantage of having to walk from one godforsaken village to the other, you’ve got plenty of photo ops. Too bad all I had was my cameraphone.
Trainrides are always dreary business. It’s then that little things make your day. Like the conductor whose mobile phone went off right when he was checking our tickets. The tune of choice?
Last week, while waiting for a contemporary Swedish dance show to start, I suddenly realized that I know the word fish in five languages: fish Fisch fisk sakana piscis Must be the Swedish