The cat has been out of the bag for about three weeks now. I have new job. In early July I will leave my job as Group Online Production Manager and in August start a new job as Global Web Business Manager. Still in the travel industry, but in a totally different area.
I've been five years at this job and to take the step to change job was rather difficult. You always know what you have but not what you will get. You will need to start all over again at the new place with new people and new routines.
The full process of recruitment from the day the head-hunter called until the day I resigned took about 1½ month. With 2 months notice it felt like an eternity before I could leave. Now with only 5 weeks to go (and plenty of bank holidays in between) the time is going way too fast. So many things I need to finish and hand over.
It really hit me last week that I'm leaving the company when I was visiting the offices in Norway and Denmark and they both gave me goodbye presents (Wine of course. They know me all too well...) I will not see these people again and I will not bang on about my projects with them. Somebody else will do that. Instead I will do that with people I've never meet before. Who might find me all too much or strange. Or just love me.
At the moment I don't feel very worried or nervous about my new job, but I'm pretty sure that the closer I get to starting the more nervous I will get. It will be a bit of challenge, but a good challenge I'm sure. And people do change jobs every day and it's not like I haven't done it before. Of course I'll miss my many colleagues and all the projects we've been through. But memories and experience is something you always carry with you. It's part of who I am.
Changing job will probably also slow down time. With new routines, people and places you need to concentrate more than just doing the same old things over and over again. Ben Casnocha wrote great post about this a couple of weeks back. It applied to moving to new place, but I'm sure it applies to any major change in life.
May 31, 2011
May 29, 2011
Dying to sin
In the 8th book about Detectives Ben Cooper and Diane Fry some builders find not only one both two bodies buried at secluded farm in the Peak District. The farm has for the last couple of years used illegal immigrants as workers and it looks like some of them never left the place.
Cooper and Fry do their best to talk the locals as well as digging into the past, but it's not until a foreign man arrives to the area looking for his sister that Cooper and Fry realize what's been going on at the farm. Needless to say no ordinary farm work.
I'm somewhat ambivalent when it comes to the books about Cooper and Fry. I don't like them that much, but somehow I still read them and when done reading I can't decide if the book was good or bad. It's just a story that doesn't touches me or make me think. Dull is probably I word I would use. It's just a book and story, nothing else.
Cooper and Fry do their best to talk the locals as well as digging into the past, but it's not until a foreign man arrives to the area looking for his sister that Cooper and Fry realize what's been going on at the farm. Needless to say no ordinary farm work.
I'm somewhat ambivalent when it comes to the books about Cooper and Fry. I don't like them that much, but somehow I still read them and when done reading I can't decide if the book was good or bad. It's just a story that doesn't touches me or make me think. Dull is probably I word I would use. It's just a book and story, nothing else.
May 24, 2011
A last meal
With all this talk about rapture and the world coming to an end on last Saturday someone asked me what I would eat if I knew the world would come to an end. A pretty hard question I think.
What I eat often depends on what mood I am in. Tired means comfort food such as risotto or curry, sad means creamy and starchy food. Happy means sea-food and strong means meat. So as a last meal I'm not sure. I would probably eat and drink the things I like the most.
Starter
Swedish bleak roe (löjrom) served on toast with crème fraiche, chopped red onion, a slice of lemon and a sprig of dill. To drink: Dom Pérignon 2002.
Main course
Dover sole fillets in creamy shallot and white wine sauce, duchess potatoes and broccoli cream. To drink: Peter Lehmann Eden Valley Riesling 2006.
Dessert
Crème brulée with fresh raspberry. To drink: Château d'Yquem, 1er Grand Cru Classé Supérieur Sauternes 1996.
A rather light meal it seems like, but you can go out with a bang in many different ways. I prefer the classy way...
What I eat often depends on what mood I am in. Tired means comfort food such as risotto or curry, sad means creamy and starchy food. Happy means sea-food and strong means meat. So as a last meal I'm not sure. I would probably eat and drink the things I like the most.
Starter
Swedish bleak roe (löjrom) served on toast with crème fraiche, chopped red onion, a slice of lemon and a sprig of dill. To drink: Dom Pérignon 2002.
Main course
Dover sole fillets in creamy shallot and white wine sauce, duchess potatoes and broccoli cream. To drink: Peter Lehmann Eden Valley Riesling 2006.
Dessert
Crème brulée with fresh raspberry. To drink: Château d'Yquem, 1er Grand Cru Classé Supérieur Sauternes 1996.
A rather light meal it seems like, but you can go out with a bang in many different ways. I prefer the classy way...
May 22, 2011
Tea at The Royal Horseguards
There is some thing very special about the ritual of afternoon tea. The sandwiches, the scones, the cakes and most of all the tea. Also the luxury of escaping form the hustle and bustle of the world for a an hour or two.
When I found out that Suss hadn't experienced the fabulous ritual of afternoon tea I called in the experts, i.e. the ladies from the Great Rivington Lobster Massacre and the lady who knows All About London. We were going to do tea at The Royal Horseguards.
The Royal Horsegueards is one of those classical 5 stars hotels that just offers style and grace, but doesn't make a fuss about it. Their guest still knows about them... Tucked away around the corner from White Hall and Horse Guards the location is right in the middle of things, but still in a quiet area.
Suss and I arrived arrived a bit late but with plenty of shopping bags... We were showed into The Lounge were the rest of the ladies already where waiting sitting in two huge sofas. After plenty of hugs and showing some of our newly bought things it was time for tea. Since this was just two weeks before the wedding between Prince William and Kate Middleton we decided to go with a menu called Regal Wedding Afternoon Tea.
A waiter explained the "rules" of afternoon tea for us and promised that if we needed something more we should just ask. When we immediately asked for a tea menu he got rather confused and showed us the menu for the Regal Wedding Afternoon Tea. Having asked a second time and getting the same answer we realized that the tea for this menu was Royal Blend. Not a bad choice though.
The finger sandwiches were as usual delicious. I really don't understand how they do it. When I do cucumber sandwiches or smoked salmon sandwiches at home, they all just become blend and boring. Must be the setting or something... Unfortunately we ran out of sandwiches and when we asked for more we had to to wait for about 10 minutes or so which was a bit surprisingly.
Then it was time for scones. I just love scones, clotted cream and strawberry jam. It's so England for me. And one of my very first memories when visiting the UK for the first time 25 years ago is having tea and scones. A very warm and comforting memory.
Last but not least – the pastries. I immediately dug into an Eaton Mess made of white chocolate mouse, crumbles and strawberries.. Then I continued with a chocolate mousse custard and finished off with a lemon meringue thing that supposedly is Prince William's favourite. There were also miniature wedding cakes, Kir Royals and strawberry short cakes.
Again when we asked for another Eaton Mess it took a while, and when it finally arrived it was only white chocolate mousse. No crumbles and no strawberries. Very disappointing.
We also got a bit surprised over how we got less and less service as the time went on. Sure, we were chatting, eating and drinking, but having to wait each time to get the waiter's attention and then again wait another 10 minutes to get more sandwiches, tea or what ever. And the place wasn't even full. Not very good!
But all together it was a great afternoon with some very dear friends that I don't see often enough. Some of us then went off to have cocktails at The Waldorf, which turned out to be another case of bad service, but that's for another post.
When I found out that Suss hadn't experienced the fabulous ritual of afternoon tea I called in the experts, i.e. the ladies from the Great Rivington Lobster Massacre and the lady who knows All About London. We were going to do tea at The Royal Horseguards.The Royal Horsegueards is one of those classical 5 stars hotels that just offers style and grace, but doesn't make a fuss about it. Their guest still knows about them... Tucked away around the corner from White Hall and Horse Guards the location is right in the middle of things, but still in a quiet area.
Suss and I arrived arrived a bit late but with plenty of shopping bags... We were showed into The Lounge were the rest of the ladies already where waiting sitting in two huge sofas. After plenty of hugs and showing some of our newly bought things it was time for tea. Since this was just two weeks before the wedding between Prince William and Kate Middleton we decided to go with a menu called Regal Wedding Afternoon Tea.
A waiter explained the "rules" of afternoon tea for us and promised that if we needed something more we should just ask. When we immediately asked for a tea menu he got rather confused and showed us the menu for the Regal Wedding Afternoon Tea. Having asked a second time and getting the same answer we realized that the tea for this menu was Royal Blend. Not a bad choice though.The finger sandwiches were as usual delicious. I really don't understand how they do it. When I do cucumber sandwiches or smoked salmon sandwiches at home, they all just become blend and boring. Must be the setting or something... Unfortunately we ran out of sandwiches and when we asked for more we had to to wait for about 10 minutes or so which was a bit surprisingly.
Then it was time for scones. I just love scones, clotted cream and strawberry jam. It's so England for me. And one of my very first memories when visiting the UK for the first time 25 years ago is having tea and scones. A very warm and comforting memory.
Last but not least – the pastries. I immediately dug into an Eaton Mess made of white chocolate mouse, crumbles and strawberries.. Then I continued with a chocolate mousse custard and finished off with a lemon meringue thing that supposedly is Prince William's favourite. There were also miniature wedding cakes, Kir Royals and strawberry short cakes. Again when we asked for another Eaton Mess it took a while, and when it finally arrived it was only white chocolate mousse. No crumbles and no strawberries. Very disappointing.
We also got a bit surprised over how we got less and less service as the time went on. Sure, we were chatting, eating and drinking, but having to wait each time to get the waiter's attention and then again wait another 10 minutes to get more sandwiches, tea or what ever. And the place wasn't even full. Not very good!
But all together it was a great afternoon with some very dear friends that I don't see often enough. Some of us then went off to have cocktails at The Waldorf, which turned out to be another case of bad service, but that's for another post.
May 17, 2011
The meaning of life
I'm currently reading a book about the meaning of life and why we humans constantly strive for a meaning with what we do. It's for the book club and I need to be done by tomorrow so I better hurry up... The book is written by Peter Gärdenfors, a Swedish professor of Cognitive Science and apparently a well-known philosopher both nationally and intentionally. Must have missed that...
Anyhow, so what is the meaning of life? I believe it's different for everyone depending on experiences, religions, environment,heritage and so on. So professor or not you can't really say what the meaning of life is. What's interesting though is why we constantly strive for it. What is driving us to find the ultimate, car, house, husband etc? Why are we not happy and content with we have here and now? Will that new handbag really answer to your question of higher meaning?
It's a complicated subject and philosophy has never been my strong side (only took that one course in school that was required). Hopefully tomorrow's book club will generate interesting discussions and insights from some very smart women. We will probably not find an answer to the question, but we will have a good evening together and isn't that what life is all about?
Anyhow, so what is the meaning of life? I believe it's different for everyone depending on experiences, religions, environment,heritage and so on. So professor or not you can't really say what the meaning of life is. What's interesting though is why we constantly strive for it. What is driving us to find the ultimate, car, house, husband etc? Why are we not happy and content with we have here and now? Will that new handbag really answer to your question of higher meaning?
It's a complicated subject and philosophy has never been my strong side (only took that one course in school that was required). Hopefully tomorrow's book club will generate interesting discussions and insights from some very smart women. We will probably not find an answer to the question, but we will have a good evening together and isn't that what life is all about?
May 15, 2011
Bob Bob Ricard
For the last year or so I have heard marvellous things about the restaurant Bob Bob Ricard in Soho, which natural meant when in London last month a visit was in due order.
My friends Suss and I arrived at 14:00 for a late lunch before heading off to the matinee of Mamma Mia. When we arrived we were immediately whisked off to a booth and our coats somewhere else. Later we realized that our coats were closer than we thought. Each booth had a cleaver little hanger thing just on the back. A very nice touch.
The interior of marble, crystal chandeliers and pink and baby blue velvet is rather eclectic, but then on the other hand both food and drinks are very eclectic too, only the best of its kind. As a foodie it's a bit like being in heaven when reading the menu and wine list. You just want to try it all.
For starters we both decided to go with BBR's famous Russian Salad with shaved black truffle including a shot of Russian vodka. When the food and shot arrived the waiter asked if we knew how to drink vodka. Immediately we both said no, never mind being Swedish and having grown up in a country where vodka is a common as water... Despite being Swedish I'm not really a fan of vodka and shots or snapps as it is called here. It's just something I've learned to drink, but I do not like it very much. So when trying the vodka I just thought - "OK it's going to be nasty, a bit like medicine. Just drink it quick". But boy was I wrong. This was the purest and smoothest vodka I have ever had and with truffles and amazingly finely cut summer vegetables it was a match made in heaven. The vodka also made both Suss and me wonder what sort of vodka we've been drinking so far. Clearly very low quality...
For main course it was a bit harder to decided. Everything sounded so delicious , but again we both decided to have the same dish (no, we are not twins...) - O'Sheas's Beef Onglet with caramelized onion and green pepper sauce. Like I wrote earlier the wine list was amazing and picking a wine was hard but eventually we (or really me) decided we were going to drink Greenstone Vineyard Heathcoat Shiraz 2006. Divine Shiraz and steak can never go wrong, and it didn't. The meat was perfect and in the end you just continued eating because it was just sooo good.
When it was time to look at the dessert menu, we were both pretty full but still wanted to have something sweet. And there they were to our rescue – handmade truffles made from Papua New Guinea 80% chocolate. Just perfect with a strong cup of coffee and of course the remains of the wine.
A perfect lunch with perfect company in the perfect city. Can't get much better than that. Or maybe a second visit to try some more top-notch quality food and drinks. Some champagne and Iranian caviar, or maybe the Beef Wellington which according to Bob Bob Ricard himself is just amazing. I'll be back, that is for sure.
My friends Suss and I arrived at 14:00 for a late lunch before heading off to the matinee of Mamma Mia. When we arrived we were immediately whisked off to a booth and our coats somewhere else. Later we realized that our coats were closer than we thought. Each booth had a cleaver little hanger thing just on the back. A very nice touch.
The interior of marble, crystal chandeliers and pink and baby blue velvet is rather eclectic, but then on the other hand both food and drinks are very eclectic too, only the best of its kind. As a foodie it's a bit like being in heaven when reading the menu and wine list. You just want to try it all.For starters we both decided to go with BBR's famous Russian Salad with shaved black truffle including a shot of Russian vodka. When the food and shot arrived the waiter asked if we knew how to drink vodka. Immediately we both said no, never mind being Swedish and having grown up in a country where vodka is a common as water... Despite being Swedish I'm not really a fan of vodka and shots or snapps as it is called here. It's just something I've learned to drink, but I do not like it very much. So when trying the vodka I just thought - "OK it's going to be nasty, a bit like medicine. Just drink it quick". But boy was I wrong. This was the purest and smoothest vodka I have ever had and with truffles and amazingly finely cut summer vegetables it was a match made in heaven. The vodka also made both Suss and me wonder what sort of vodka we've been drinking so far. Clearly very low quality...
For main course it was a bit harder to decided. Everything sounded so delicious , but again we both decided to have the same dish (no, we are not twins...) - O'Sheas's Beef Onglet with caramelized onion and green pepper sauce. Like I wrote earlier the wine list was amazing and picking a wine was hard but eventually we (or really me) decided we were going to drink Greenstone Vineyard Heathcoat Shiraz 2006. Divine Shiraz and steak can never go wrong, and it didn't. The meat was perfect and in the end you just continued eating because it was just sooo good. 
When it was time to look at the dessert menu, we were both pretty full but still wanted to have something sweet. And there they were to our rescue – handmade truffles made from Papua New Guinea 80% chocolate. Just perfect with a strong cup of coffee and of course the remains of the wine. A perfect lunch with perfect company in the perfect city. Can't get much better than that. Or maybe a second visit to try some more top-notch quality food and drinks. Some champagne and Iranian caviar, or maybe the Beef Wellington which according to Bob Bob Ricard himself is just amazing. I'll be back, that is for sure.
May 12, 2011
Quote of the day
At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.
~ Christopher Reeve ~
~ Christopher Reeve ~
May 10, 2011
Change
People who know me well, know that I sometimes don't do changes very well. I need time and I need to think.
Change can be incredible scary and require a lot of hard work. Change can make you doubt yourself and make you feel like the loneliest person in the world. Change can also make you do things you never thought you would do. But when the change is done and you come out on the other side in one piece change is good for you. It's a cliché yes, but daring is changing and changing is part of life.
Change can be incredible scary and require a lot of hard work. Change can make you doubt yourself and make you feel like the loneliest person in the world. Change can also make you do things you never thought you would do. But when the change is done and you come out on the other side in one piece change is good for you. It's a cliché yes, but daring is changing and changing is part of life.
May 08, 2011
Do you remember?
This morning a I stumbled over a link to The Housmartins and suddenly I was a 14 years-old again sitting in my parents living room with great big headphones singing along to the boys from Hull. The LP London 0 Hull 4 was probably one of the first LPs where I really listened to the lyrics and understood what I meant. OK, almost everything...
Listening to the music now I still find them brilliant and the lyrics is rather clever. Lyrics that that I fully understand now by the way... Also I'm totally aware what Paul Heaton's message "Take Jesus - Take Marx - Take Hope"on the LP means.
Oh those were the days, being young and ideological... Now we are just old and cynical. 25 years can do a lot to you.
Listening to the music now I still find them brilliant and the lyrics is rather clever. Lyrics that that I fully understand now by the way... Also I'm totally aware what Paul Heaton's message "Take Jesus - Take Marx - Take Hope"on the LP means.
Oh those were the days, being young and ideological... Now we are just old and cynical. 25 years can do a lot to you.
May 05, 2011
New running shoes
You know you have become a running geek when you write a post about buying new running shoes. But it has been six years since the last time so it's really worth mentioning... At least in my world...
Immediately when trying them on in the shop it felt like I was bouncing and when I then tried a few steps on the treadmill it felt so easy. The sales clerk just laughed at me and said it's suppose to feel like that. Running shouldn’t be hard. The right shoes make all the difference.
Back home I went out skipping, running and bouncing (OK, that last one was just a feeling.)After three laps and about 3,5K I just told myself that I needed to stop. If I continued like this I would get so sore the next day. Well, sure I was a bit stiff the next morning, but nothing compared to what I've felt the last couple of weeks running. When it was time for lunch I went to gym and did 4K on the treadmill and again it felt like I was bouncing or flying.
I remember this feeling from maybe 4-5 years ago when my old shoes where new. It just feels wonderful to run and your legs, arms and breathing are in perfect sync, aka runners high. I'm far from running 10K races like I did back then, but doing a 5K again would be great fun.
And by the way, the shoes are purple and silver. Very stylish.
Immediately when trying them on in the shop it felt like I was bouncing and when I then tried a few steps on the treadmill it felt so easy. The sales clerk just laughed at me and said it's suppose to feel like that. Running shouldn’t be hard. The right shoes make all the difference.
Back home I went out skipping, running and bouncing (OK, that last one was just a feeling.)After three laps and about 3,5K I just told myself that I needed to stop. If I continued like this I would get so sore the next day. Well, sure I was a bit stiff the next morning, but nothing compared to what I've felt the last couple of weeks running. When it was time for lunch I went to gym and did 4K on the treadmill and again it felt like I was bouncing or flying.
I remember this feeling from maybe 4-5 years ago when my old shoes where new. It just feels wonderful to run and your legs, arms and breathing are in perfect sync, aka runners high. I'm far from running 10K races like I did back then, but doing a 5K again would be great fun.
And by the way, the shoes are purple and silver. Very stylish.
May 03, 2011
Kensington Place
I call London my second home and in London, Notting Hill and Holland Park is home for me. I love the houses, shops, restaurants, bars and pubs. I get a homey feeling whenever I'm there. It's very likely though I will never be able to get a flat there, but a girl can always dream... Playing the lottery might help too...
Kensington Place on Kensington Church Street is a restaurant I've passed by many, many times and I have of course watched the people through the big glass windows. Just like I'm sure they have watched me. It's not a place where you eat alone, even though I don't think they would mind. Restaurants seldom do, even though they sometimes place single women in the corner next to the kitchen door. Guess it might scare off the guests with a woman dining by herself... A reason why I love travelling solo in France. They treat me like a lady where ever I come. Alone or with company I'm a customer and deserve to be treated well.
So when it was time to show my friend Suss what I love in London, Notting Hill was of course one of the places and Kensington Place the choice for dinner our first evening out. Running late and slightly tipsy after a drink at The Churchill Arms. A drink that went straight to the head (that's what happens when you get up at 4 am and hardly eat nothing all day) we arrived just as the sun started to set. First we almost entered the fish shop on the corner and giggled some more before finding the correct door.
We were quickly seated at table right in the middle of the restaurant and very soon given menus as well. After looking at the menu for a minute or two we were done. Fresh English asparagus with home made hollandaise as starters and crab risotto as main course. Looking at the wine list I told Suss that some William Fèvre Chablis 2008 would go very well with what we had chosen. Unfortunately it only came in a full bottle. And that is a problem?, was Suss comment and that set the tone for the rest of the evening.
While waiting for our starters we couldn't help but looking at a woman in her late 50's or early 60's having dinner with a man at least 25 years her junior. And no, it wasn't her son. You don't rub your foot all over your son's leg working your way up to his crotch... She was wearing big sunglasses all through their meal even though the restaurant turned down the lights halfway through our meal. Maybe she was someone famous?!
Not really sure what happened when we got our starters. I was just about to dig in when the head waiter came said and our starters had been mixed up and removed them. To us it looked like he just went back to the kitchen with them and came out again. Strange. Still fresh asparagus are divine and nothing can change that.
The crab risotto arrived very quickly as well, but I got quite disappointed. Yes, seafood risotto shouldn't be as creamy and rich as other risottos, but the rice shouldn't be chewy almost hard and taste from the salty bullion. The crab meat was very nice, even though quite salty as well. Not good and we actually left half of it. Very rare for me since I love risotto, but on the other hand I have become quite picky to how it's cooked.
When it was time to look at the dessert menu the waiter told us that he was all out of menus for the moment. And that is my problem?! He could easily have waited a minute or two until some other guests where done. Strange. He explained very well though what was on the menu and we went for KP’s lemon trifle with lemon sorbet and meringue and Chocolate delice with malt ice cream and sesame tuile.
We had a great dinner catching up on things and the wine was very nice, but still they could have done better both on food and service. So even though I don't like saying it I was a bit disappointed. A sign that the food truly was salty was that we probably gulped down half a litre of water each before going to bed. And that was not because of having too much wine. We were just plain thirsty.
Kensington Place on Kensington Church Street is a restaurant I've passed by many, many times and I have of course watched the people through the big glass windows. Just like I'm sure they have watched me. It's not a place where you eat alone, even though I don't think they would mind. Restaurants seldom do, even though they sometimes place single women in the corner next to the kitchen door. Guess it might scare off the guests with a woman dining by herself... A reason why I love travelling solo in France. They treat me like a lady where ever I come. Alone or with company I'm a customer and deserve to be treated well.
So when it was time to show my friend Suss what I love in London, Notting Hill was of course one of the places and Kensington Place the choice for dinner our first evening out. Running late and slightly tipsy after a drink at The Churchill Arms. A drink that went straight to the head (that's what happens when you get up at 4 am and hardly eat nothing all day) we arrived just as the sun started to set. First we almost entered the fish shop on the corner and giggled some more before finding the correct door.
We were quickly seated at table right in the middle of the restaurant and very soon given menus as well. After looking at the menu for a minute or two we were done. Fresh English asparagus with home made hollandaise as starters and crab risotto as main course. Looking at the wine list I told Suss that some William Fèvre Chablis 2008 would go very well with what we had chosen. Unfortunately it only came in a full bottle. And that is a problem?, was Suss comment and that set the tone for the rest of the evening. While waiting for our starters we couldn't help but looking at a woman in her late 50's or early 60's having dinner with a man at least 25 years her junior. And no, it wasn't her son. You don't rub your foot all over your son's leg working your way up to his crotch... She was wearing big sunglasses all through their meal even though the restaurant turned down the lights halfway through our meal. Maybe she was someone famous?!
Not really sure what happened when we got our starters. I was just about to dig in when the head waiter came said and our starters had been mixed up and removed them. To us it looked like he just went back to the kitchen with them and came out again. Strange. Still fresh asparagus are divine and nothing can change that. The crab risotto arrived very quickly as well, but I got quite disappointed. Yes, seafood risotto shouldn't be as creamy and rich as other risottos, but the rice shouldn't be chewy almost hard and taste from the salty bullion. The crab meat was very nice, even though quite salty as well. Not good and we actually left half of it. Very rare for me since I love risotto, but on the other hand I have become quite picky to how it's cooked.
When it was time to look at the dessert menu the waiter told us that he was all out of menus for the moment. And that is my problem?! He could easily have waited a minute or two until some other guests where done. Strange. He explained very well though what was on the menu and we went for KP’s lemon trifle with lemon sorbet and meringue and Chocolate delice with malt ice cream and sesame tuile. We had a great dinner catching up on things and the wine was very nice, but still they could have done better both on food and service. So even though I don't like saying it I was a bit disappointed. A sign that the food truly was salty was that we probably gulped down half a litre of water each before going to bed. And that was not because of having too much wine. We were just plain thirsty.
May 01, 2011
May already?!
What happened? It's May already and as usual I feel like I got lost somewhere along the way. I just put away the parka and winter boots a week ago. Surely it can't be May already?! But looking outside everything is green and my allergies tell me that it is May. The pretties and best part of the year here in Scandinavia. The days just get longer and longer and all greenery is new and fresh. Can't get much better than that.
So with four months of the year already done I'm trying to think about the things that have happened or special occasions etc, but to be honest I can't come up with a thing. January was just extremely cold and snowy. February too and by the end of that month I was ready to emigrate somewhere warmer. March I spent travelling somewhere new each single week. Germany gave me hints of spring, but in Oslo I got very disappointed since there were still tons of snow in the middle of the city. April has just flown by with wine school, an eagerly awaited visit to London and Easter just last weekend.
Time flies when you're having fun (and not fun) as my Gran used to say. Looking forward to what May brings.
So with four months of the year already done I'm trying to think about the things that have happened or special occasions etc, but to be honest I can't come up with a thing. January was just extremely cold and snowy. February too and by the end of that month I was ready to emigrate somewhere warmer. March I spent travelling somewhere new each single week. Germany gave me hints of spring, but in Oslo I got very disappointed since there were still tons of snow in the middle of the city. April has just flown by with wine school, an eagerly awaited visit to London and Easter just last weekend.
Time flies when you're having fun (and not fun) as my Gran used to say. Looking forward to what May brings.
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