Kanelbullar i Stockholm

January 17 2008.
The day I left for Sweden.
The day my life changed.
The day the best half year of my life started.

For half a year my life was all about snow, parties, talking English, meeting new people, making small trips, learning Swedish but most importantly: meeting new people.

The Erasmus crew in Sundsvall became my friends and not just for half a year.
We've been seeying each other several times since we all went home in june '08.

Brussels - Amsterdam - Lille and now (finally) back in STOCKHOLM.

Wandering through a city I have gotten to know quite well.
Staying at a hostel I've visited once in the spring of '08. CITYHOSTEL
Enjoying the Swedish sweetness at FIKA. (I think that's one of the things about Sweden that I like the most)
Shopping at Götgatan: Monki Monki Monki and Weekdays.
Meeting BEC WONDERS: fashiondesigning, talkative, fun girl from Uppsala.
Meeting with Swedish friends from Sundsvall who now live in STHLM.
And last but not least, partying with the Erasmus crew!

No words to describe this amazing weekend so just see the pictures...
Next meeting will be.... in FIRENZE, ITALIA in may.
Counting the days...

Snygg Gamla Stan


Fötter i snö


Moderna papperskorgen


Nytt skor


Smultronställe


Götgatan - Shoppa med Bec @ Weekdays och Monki ♥

Götgatan - Slussen - Gamla Stan - på kvall


Vänner i clubben :)


Jag vilja tackar allihoppa för jättegöt weekenden. Vi ses i maj!

Puss och kram //

Sinking Ships and flowerbombs

TITANIC is world famous.
Performed by my mom's local musical-gang, a little less famous.
Still the theatre in Hilversum was almost full.
On the second row we had a pretty good view which allowed me to take some pictures.

First class steward and his stewardesses


Stoker Barret and Radio Operator Bridge


First class dancing


Locked up in a sinking ship


Dramatic blankie style


Congratulatory flowers


That is all for now, until later today... or this week.

Super 8(0)

How much I enjoyed yesterdays cake... today I was up for another piece.
More of an oversized petit-four really.
Oh.. ohh... here it comes:

80-celebrat-y-cake!


Really good for my superstickysweettooth (and mood)...!
Occasion: grandma turned the magic eight-o.
We celebrated her birthday at the farm where she grew up, and where me, my sister and cousins went every spring when we were young, to check out the newborn lambs!

Leeuwendaal


Sweet nostalgia all along the day, except for the white, snowy surroundings cause we used to go in spring with sunshine, the smell of new grown grass and hoppy happy baby animals.

Ok, this picture is for the spring. Can you smell it yet, underneath the ice and snow?

Li'l lamb

First week and a day

It's been 2010 for a good week now and it came with a helloffan entree.

Snowstorms... Blizzards... ICY ROADS...!

Beautiful yet horrible and I won't even talk about the temperatures.
It's inhuman almost, it wasn't even this cold during my time in Sweden!
I mean, come on mother Earth!

But I gotta give her a little credit for this weather as well... Before christmas I was babysitting my friends rabbit PLUK again in the city center of Amsterdam. It gave me the opportunity to stroll around in the snow and enjoy the beautiful sights of white and silent Amsterdam (especially East Amsterdam). It brought back a lot of memories from when I was a little girl and we went visiting my grandma... Check it out, this is where she used to live.



Anyway, I love Amsterdam Oost! Multiculti, Artis Zoo, Dappermarkt etc. etc.
I took more pictures that day including a very alternative snowman and the most photographed canal of the city (Staalstraat)!

Around the corner of the Sarphatistraat, heading to Artis


Dappermarkt (100 years old!!!)


Alto Snowman


Staalstraat


But now I'm back in H'town and celebrating mommy's (and secretly also Mr. Bowie's!) birthday so I'm gonna get me some CAKE!



Have a nice evening!

Two thousand three hundred and eighty-sixth Christmas day

Is it the weather, is it the past?
Is it the time that unwillingly passed?
Is it the future, is it the tree?
Is it the caged bird or just the family?
Is it the radio, is it the air?
Is it the people or am I unfair?
Is it the candles, is it a kiss?
Is it the memories I want and I miss?
Is it the jealousy is it the love?
Is it the distance I feel from above?
Is it just me or is it the world?
Is it imagination or am I just bored?

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...!

I call this: confusion on second Christmas day...