In Stockholm, Stockholm County, Sweden.
Hey there. I’m writing this from the restaurant. Today feels amazing because our new sushi chef (my dearest mother) is so freakin’ fast and good at making delicious avantgarde sushi. She makes these insanely tasty salmon rolls and a nigiri embedded with octopie salad. The sushi she makes is mindblowing and I’m so proud of her for being able to pick up the art of sushi so fast and then do it with so much love!
Old pic from a Hindu Temple in Nairobi.
In Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain.
Met up with Andris, Anda, Shadman, a new guy called Max and an old classmate of mine at a bar across the street. The game was fun although everyone else at the bar were loyal as ever to Zlatan, our King. I’m still in love with the gameplay and spirit of Barcelona. I could feel it the second the game started.
Gute nacht!
In Stockholm, Stockholm County, Sweden.
It was a cozy day in general. I worked, worked out, studied, applied for schools, got my lashes and nails done and spent the night with Emilia. We talked about girlie stuff and later met Hedda and her friends on my way home to Filip. I can’t explain how nice it is to be with her, but I can steal a quote from Miss Angellou about relationships in general at the end of this post.
In Stockholm, Stockholm County, Sweden.
Emilia comes back tomorrow, which means I get to spend time with her —> which means I get my camera back —> which means we get to talk France!
In Täby, Stockholm County, Sweden.
Hey people! I’m going to do exams almost all day and then I’m heading over to my lovely Filip for a mixture of kisses, candy, comedies and alternating between thought-provoking conversation and a competition of who can do the weirdest noise with their mouth. I’m looking forward to that, but let’s stay in the present moment. It’s now 7 am and there are only two things on my mind.
1. I can’t find my favourite grey lenses from Shibuya so now I only have the more realistic ones from Sukhumvit.
2. Patrick Starfish is one of the greatest things ever. Shocked Patrick delves another level deeper into my happiness.
In Willemstad, Curaçao, Curacao.
Here and there in Willemstad- you’re going to find these little vans from which they make delicious fruitshakes called batidos : an antillian name for a fresh smoothie. A mix of the fruit of your choice, condensed milk and sugar makes these shakes the best thing drinkwise in all of Curaçao. The healthier option is to skip the condensed milk and sugar, which is almost as good. The best batido place is Anders Shakes in Otrabanda where they make it fast and are also generous with the quantity of each ingredient.. After trying your first you’ll always be craving more, but if you want to spice things up they also make some delicious local food like pastechi and a wonderfully large fresh fruit salad mix. The best fruit you can pick for your shake is hands down Soursop: a fruit that tastes so miraculously good that people keep eating it even though they know it causes brain damage. An excerpt from wikipedia:
The compound annonacin contained in the seeds of soursop is a neurotoxin and it seems to be the cause of a neurodegenerative disease. The only group of people known to be affected live on the Caribbean island of Guadeloupe and the problem presumably occurs with the excessive consumption of plants containing annonacin.
Un batido grandi di Zuursak ku lechi i suku pa 5 NAF.
Facts
Lingo
You’re always this happy when buying a batido.
日本では私が人気だ!!! This is just a pic I felt like doing inspired by all the “Big In Japan”-songs.
In New York, New York, United States.
A little bit of Tuesday spirituality for you.
Try to keep it in mind.
In Sigtuna, Stockholm County, Sweden.
Douglas and Filip strolling.Saturday morning I remembered I forgot my camera at Emilia’s and since she was leaving for France while I was packing for Erikssund – none of us had time to get me the camera. With my trusty iPhone 4 I still managed to capture some of the beauty of the weekend at Filip’s brothers place.
Matjesill, eggs and even more eggs with fishegg on them.
As soon as we got there I got a quick tour of the first floor, the room where Filip and I would be staying. After some champagne, snaps and lunch we went for a walk by the lake where we saw two eagles that were impossible to catch on camera and petted the mares in the stables.
Filip fixing the curtains in our room
Mare & Foal
By the lakehouse
Doing random stuff on the bridge
Snow and sunset
Come sunset we played pool on the upperfloor and I won. I feel it important to note that I won.
We ate in the oldest room in the house. The room had previously been King Eriks old dining room after a good hunt or something like that. The details of which royalty had sat there some fivehundred years ago were fuzzy. After a delicious salmon dinner we ended the night with a game filled with trivia about world history.
Bonus picture.
There was an unexpected airport tax that you have to pay at the airport when flying between the ABC islands which didn’t matter too much but was ust uncomfortable because it came out of nowhere. When on the flight I panicked like a turtle because I remembered that the day before we fly back to Stockholm – we’ve booked a skydive in Aruba. The reality of the fact that I’m paying someone to fly me in a fully functioning airplane and then having me jump from it… wee bit scary.
We’re just hanging out by the pool until our cab comes to drive us to Beatrix Reina Airport. TO CURACAO!
We’re hanging out at the beach until we have to head back to the hotel and pick up our bags and call for a cab. Aruba was fun, but I think Curacao will be better…
