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I think the short-term traveling is catching up to me. I am exhausted. The weather is terrible today cause its just above freezing...so rather than snow we have rain at 35 degrees. It should turn to snow as the front passes. As I look out the window at the dark, cold and rainy day I just feel like crawling back into bed for a few more hours...and I just might. Of course, my bed is a couch in the living room so that plan is hinging on whether or not the other two people living here are going to either sleep late or go somewhere.
I got most of the different candies I needed to get yesterday and the final one may not exist. In a strange turn of events I decided to have a piece of "salta puffar" and found by the end of the day a few pieces later that I actually kind of liked it. That was inevitable after nearly two years of making fun of it. Salta puffar is salt licorice of course..."puffar" must mean "puffs"...-ar is a plural ending...salta is salty when modifying a plural noun...so "salty puffs." The last thing I need to get is "salta sillar" and I do not know what sillar means. I have never had salta sillar and I will never try it. It is a salt licorice also, but in the shape of a fish. Given that another Nordic "delicacy" is pickled herring, I do not even want to imagine that it is possible that siller combines the two. That just couldn't be the case...I don't need to find out though.
Today I may just go to an art gallery. I want to do something free. I also have gift shopping to do cause I saw some things yesterday while candy shopping. All of this will be miserable if the weather does not clear up or change to snow...but it may mean that the pedestrian roads will not be very crowded.
I am on my last two full days...tomorrow is going to be really rough for several reasons. Due to the limits of public transport it makes no sense to come all the way back to this apartment just so that I can get up at 1 am Monday to try to start lugging things around from bus to bus in the freezing cold. So I will stay at either the train station or airport...I likely won't be able to sleep, but maybe I will be able to sleep on the way home as a result.
It is also going to be a feat worthy of write-up in the annals of history to try to make my connecting flight in Paris. I have a 45 min. lay-over. For those of you who have never flown into Charles De Gaul it goes a bit like this. You are slated to land at gate 2E or something, and on the off-chance that you actually do...you do not really land there. You land somewhere east of Berlin basically and then get on a bus that drives you to the gate. All joking aside, this bus can take 20-30 min. to get you to your gate after you land. Getting through the airport is rough as I have said, and then you have to recheck security. You have to cut in front of the line and make all the French people mad if you want to make your flight. Last time I got to the gate as boarding was going on so its going to be tight.
I also just hate lugging all this stuff around. I have to walk down the mountain that my old apartment is at to get to the train station. Both my bags are big so I cannot stack them. I think I will pay the 10 dollars to lock them at the train station on Sunday so I do not have to pull them through Stockholm all day. I am supposed to meet a friend that afternoon who has been out of town this week. That will be nice to have one pleasant aspect in what will otherwise be a very rough day.
In the end I am also just sad to be going. I love it here. It is such a nice change of pace. Everything in the US now is so stressful and then you add to that the hustle and bustle of US society and that just makes it worse. You are having a rough run of luck and to top it off you have to drive everyday past a hideous kaleidoscope landscape of billboards, shopping centers, etc. It feels a bit like living in a filthy room all the time whereas Stockholm is that refreshing feeling of having just done a thorough cleaning, put on some nice music, and sat down on the couch to look in awe at how comfy and roomy your once cluttered life can be. I was also not able to see all my friends and being this close without being able to just makes me sad. Anyway, back to the couch for a dark, cold nordic nap!
I think the short-term traveling is catching up to me. I am exhausted. The weather is terrible today cause its just above freezing...so rather than snow we have rain at 35 degrees. It should turn to snow as the front passes. As I look out the window at the dark, cold and rainy day I just feel like crawling back into bed for a few more hours...and I just might. Of course, my bed is a couch in the living room so that plan is hinging on whether or not the other two people living here are going to either sleep late or go somewhere.
I got most of the different candies I needed to get yesterday and the final one may not exist. In a strange turn of events I decided to have a piece of "salta puffar" and found by the end of the day a few pieces later that I actually kind of liked it. That was inevitable after nearly two years of making fun of it. Salta puffar is salt licorice of course..."puffar" must mean "puffs"...-ar is a plural ending...salta is salty when modifying a plural noun...so "salty puffs." The last thing I need to get is "salta sillar" and I do not know what sillar means. I have never had salta sillar and I will never try it. It is a salt licorice also, but in the shape of a fish. Given that another Nordic "delicacy" is pickled herring, I do not even want to imagine that it is possible that siller combines the two. That just couldn't be the case...I don't need to find out though.
Today I may just go to an art gallery. I want to do something free. I also have gift shopping to do cause I saw some things yesterday while candy shopping. All of this will be miserable if the weather does not clear up or change to snow...but it may mean that the pedestrian roads will not be very crowded.
I am on my last two full days...tomorrow is going to be really rough for several reasons. Due to the limits of public transport it makes no sense to come all the way back to this apartment just so that I can get up at 1 am Monday to try to start lugging things around from bus to bus in the freezing cold. So I will stay at either the train station or airport...I likely won't be able to sleep, but maybe I will be able to sleep on the way home as a result.
It is also going to be a feat worthy of write-up in the annals of history to try to make my connecting flight in Paris. I have a 45 min. lay-over. For those of you who have never flown into Charles De Gaul it goes a bit like this. You are slated to land at gate 2E or something, and on the off-chance that you actually do...you do not really land there. You land somewhere east of Berlin basically and then get on a bus that drives you to the gate. All joking aside, this bus can take 20-30 min. to get you to your gate after you land. Getting through the airport is rough as I have said, and then you have to recheck security. You have to cut in front of the line and make all the French people mad if you want to make your flight. Last time I got to the gate as boarding was going on so its going to be tight.
I also just hate lugging all this stuff around. I have to walk down the mountain that my old apartment is at to get to the train station. Both my bags are big so I cannot stack them. I think I will pay the 10 dollars to lock them at the train station on Sunday so I do not have to pull them through Stockholm all day. I am supposed to meet a friend that afternoon who has been out of town this week. That will be nice to have one pleasant aspect in what will otherwise be a very rough day.
In the end I am also just sad to be going. I love it here. It is such a nice change of pace. Everything in the US now is so stressful and then you add to that the hustle and bustle of US society and that just makes it worse. You are having a rough run of luck and to top it off you have to drive everyday past a hideous kaleidoscope landscape of billboards, shopping centers, etc. It feels a bit like living in a filthy room all the time whereas Stockholm is that refreshing feeling of having just done a thorough cleaning, put on some nice music, and sat down on the couch to look in awe at how comfy and roomy your once cluttered life can be. I was also not able to see all my friends and being this close without being able to just makes me sad. Anyway, back to the couch for a dark, cold nordic nap!
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