Posted in Germany 2018

Thunder and lightning

The train didn’t really get stuck this morning and I made it in good time to enjoy the lounge. It’s a pretty rare occurence so I really want to have the time to enjoy it. Breakfast anyone?

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The flight left on time, arrived on time and I had perfect timing to the train on the other side, fantastic. And as I got of the train the sun was shining, imagine that all my Swedish peeps, remember what that feels like?

Then it went downhill from there, at least when it came to the weather. I hadn’t been in the office for long when the first thunderstorm hit, nice to be indoors when it happened and it made for pretty pictures.

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Taking the morning flight mean that there’s not that long until it’s time for lunch, and for the life of me I can’t get over the German portions…I get overwhelmed every time.

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According to the run schedule today is a run day, and I had every intention to go out for a run. I was a bit worried that I would be too tired after work, however after I checked in to my hotel the booty wanted to run, then I looked outside. I’m telling you that German winter rain is worse than Swedish winter rain as again it came with a proper thunderstorm.

As I got into my book, listening to the thunder and rain outside I was real happy that I didn’t give it a go.

To round of this already long day, I went out for a former colleague to this real nice greek place. Note to one self for future restaurant visits…remember to bring your wallet!

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I’ve been back at the hotel long enough to finish yet another dirty book and should really try to get some sleep. I’m hoping that the weather will magically be better tomorrow morning, and with the help of even more magic, I will want to go for a morning run.

Posted in Reading

Recommend reading

Remember how I fell for the old “put-things-on-the-counter” trick at the airport while flying to Essen? Well, I’m happy I did! I’ve been giggling myself through this one.

The year of living Danishly by Helen Russell.

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As a Scandinavian I laugh at the way she sees us vikings. As a swede I laugh loudly at her comments about the strange Danes. And as someone that spent a couple of years living in Denmark and even more years working there, I agree with a lot of what she is concluding.

Even if you aren’t planning on moving to the cold north but want a good laugh and some tips on how to hygge, I recommend you reading it.

Posted in Vietnam 2015

The pain of being hit by a moped

The pitey feast continous as I woke up this morning feeling like a proper old lady, walking hurts since every part of my body hurt, like you had an extremely heavy workout session.
Dragging my ass down stairs for brekkie was acceptable;

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Dragging my bag to the pre-order car was OK, especially since I’m travelling with an accident prone person that made sure I put proper shoes on just incase I hurt my ankles yesterday.

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Going for a ride in a car without seatbelts the day after you had an accident, not to fantabolus!
The car took us to the airport where a plane took us to Hanoi. Reaching the hotel I crawled into bed and slept the whole afternoon while the Queen herself went out and about. I will return to this city later this week so not feeling too bad about missing out.
When she returned I had just woken up, popped a pill (Swedish not Vietnamese though) and hungry as hell, so we headed out. Just the short walk that we took made me wanna cry as I was freaking out about all the mopeds, scared that one would hit me again.

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So I pretty much just picked the first decent looking restaurant for dinner. Nothing to complain about, the food was yum and I got to try a local Hanoi beer.

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After dinner, I returned to the hotel while the Queen herself went for another walk. I deemed the hotel room to depressing and again walked out, taking a left this time it turned out that the next street up was closed for traffic. Sweet! Found a place where I could sit and do this;

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Across the street a place sold tops with pretty fun texts on them so I accidentally bought a few;

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Now back at the hotel we are getting ready for a 6:15 pick-up that will bring us to water. I have stocked up on beer to manage the water and really hope that the next to days will be days without mopeds, and without me having to move too much. Sitting down on my ass reading my book and letting my body rest is kind of all I want right now. If I laugh it hurts, and that’s never good, one needs to be able to laugh (and walk without feeling/looking like an old woman).
Peace out ma peeps!

Posted in Vietnam 2015

Road trippin

Learning from yesterday’s lesson we headed out of the hotel for breakfast even though it’s included and went to the street right next to our hotel, the magical street where they serve breakfast and stay open late to serve me cheap beers.

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The plan for today was a temple and some tunnels and we splurged on a private tour rather than a group one, our ride for the day ma peeps;

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The temple was beautiful and as I understand it a cult. The pray every six hours for an hour, how can you have time for a life?
Before the temple we stopped at the required tour stop where they were making seashell things that you could buy for an overprice to support handicapped affected by agent orange.

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What they did was very impressive and after seeing the affects of Agent orange at the War museum yesterday it definitely pulls your heartstrings. I did resist though, we have almost the whole trip to go and I don’t want to lug stuff around (so note of you want a pressie, I’ll get all of them the last day).
The temple that host a religion that apparently Victor Hugo was a part of creating, must study further;

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After the temple it was time for lunch and as it turns out they have a lunch place for the private tours that the bus tours don’t go to. The amount of food as well as the taste was impressive;

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Next stop, lucky a while a way since food coma set in, was a visit to some of the tunnels that was built during the Vietnam War. I’m really disappointed that I’m suffering from claustrophobia so I couldn’t go down, I walked down the stairs and walked back up again. The Queen herself did walk through them, and the longest stretch possible as well!

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Our driver and guide then brought us back to the hotel so we could ditch our stuff and then walk up to the market, that turned out to be as disappointing as the night before, apparently the main building close at 7pm and the night market is a smaller session held outside. This eve I got to meet a turtle;

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Being a tad bit different the Queen herself get cravings for tea and cake in the evening so we stopped by a place with tea and cake, where I had an ice tea before heading to a place with food and beer for me.

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I then finished of my evening with two of my favorite things, Beer and Book!

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Another fantastic day on vacation, and I hope tomorrow will be as well even though we have a 7:30am pick-up.
Good night ma peeps.

Posted in Quality of Life

Just an ordinary Thursday

Summer has reached Sweden big time, it’s actually so hot that I’m grateful to be in the office a/c during the day. My apartment is crazy hot even with all the windows open due to all day sun.
I left the office a bit after five, biked home, got changed and headed out. Avoiding the regulars on the corner for some peace and quiet and alone time
with my book.

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How’s your Thursday going?

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Posted in Studying

Some things are just meant to be

It was rough getting out of bed this morning, not only did I stay up too late watch TV last night (damn you double episodes of really good British crime that starts way to late) my phone was just full of messages of things to do or from people I don’t want to hear from. Thus I snoozed, turned around, went back to sleep and pretended that none of it was there.
It doesn’t work long-term though, there’s the class to attend, work to go to, phone calls to make and all that jazz. So I did get up, got my coffee, packed my bag and headed out my door. Just as I locked that door I heard steps coming up the stairs, steps that turned out to belong to my mailwoman, a lovely woman, who was very happy to see me because I saved her having to carry a package back to the postoffice. So just in-time for my first class in marketing, my textbook arrived so i could start reading it on the train to school.

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If I would have been on time this morning, I would not have met her and gotten my book today but maybe on Wednesday, and since I have eight (!) chapters to read this week, having to book already is just perfect – sometimes it’s just meant to be.

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Posted in Grown-up Stuff

There are Monday mornings and then there are Monday mornings

One could have better starts to the week than doing a typical Carolina, i.e. turning off the alarm in her sleep. Admittedly it took a while before I managed to wind down enough to be able to fall asleep last night so I had about four hours of sleep when the alarm went off.

This didn’t bode well for the sevens, as I had a 9:15 class to attend so that I could be a good student, at 8:41 I jumped out of bed, got the coffee going and rushed through the morning absolution before running out the door. A few things happened here;

– I remembered to bring a book to read on the long ten minute train ride to school.

– I remembered that I had to renew my monthly pass before getting on the train.

– I forgot to bring my cellphone – the end of the world had arrived!

The plan for the day was to stay in Lund all day since I also had a 3pm class. Could I really do that without the phone? I couldn’t measure my k’s for the day since I use the phone for that. I couldn’t take pictures for the blog since I use the phone for that. I didn’t have a clue about what was going on in the world because I use my phone for that. Not at any point did I worry about not being able to call or reached by phone, I mean, who use their phone for that?

Sitting in class, I wrote this by hand listening to the lecturer with half an ear trying to decide if I was going to go home or not after class. Because what made this a proper Monday morning was the fact that the sky opened up and starting to pour down freezing cold rain the moment I got on the bike, reminding me that I also had forgotten gloves and a hat in my rush out the door.

I still have hopes for the rest of the week though!

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It turned out to be a three-hour class, not two like the normal ones (something I would’ve known if I had my phone), it was still raining when class ended and a couple of my classmates were heading out for lunch so I tagged along rather than going home. I can manage a whole day without my phone! After lunch we went for coffee and I made my classmate, the lovely Lady D, take a picture of it so at least I could give you peeps one of those.

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When we got out of class at five it was pitch dark and still raining so I headed straight home, where I have been passed out on the couch ever since. Which might explain why I’m still awake right now! I will set two different times on the alarm for tomorrow morning, first one for the wish list time and one for when I have to be up in order to make it to work on time.

Lets hope for a Tuesday more in the lines of what I want it to be, however, the time right now is 01:17am, any bets on me being up at seven?