All that and more has been going on here i soliga Stockholm.
The trip began with Olle’s birthday dinner and Karin and me taking part in conversation with tired, hysterical laughter, a minibus ride from Romania to Budapest airport and life threatening moments like taking a sip of water and laughing at the same time when waiting in the queue for the check-in.
But we made it to Skavsta anyway.
Stockholm city was only another bus ride away.
What awaited us there in a white Volvo, was the first group of amazing people. It was breakfast time.
Our suitcases full and minds set on this.
But our eyes seeing all of this.
After brunch, a couple of meetings and finding disturbing things in shop windows we felt quite happy to call it a day.
It was time to put my head on the pillow and rest before another day of all things new.
In my first home it was a humble castle in a hostel bunk bed.
Life is good, what else could I say…