What happened?!?

Well, as I suppose you all know, the ash cloud lingered on for quite a while. Fortunately spring decided to come early (yes April is early here) and I decided to take a trip to my family’s summerhouse. There I used up half the wood my dad had stored and managed to keep the house really warm and cozy even though there was snow on the ground one of the mornings I was there.

We don’t normally use much wood now days. When I called my dad to tell him I wouldn’t be doing anything involving an axe when I was all alone on an island with no idea about which neighbors might be around or not if something happened, he told me, with a bit of laughter in he’s voice, that he’d chopped that wood about ten years ago and that I was free to use it all up I wanted.

When I was younger there was always a fire in the stove at night, and hearing the crackling sound can give me wonderful flashbacks of early spring or autumn out on the island. Sometimes it makes me remember that year we had hail large as tennis balls, or at least that’s how I remember it, and sometimes it makes me remember how a cup of warm chocolate used to taste when I was little.

It’s a bit sad having had my entire vacation messed up like that but I’m just glad I didn’t get stuck somewhere I’ve never been before with no way of getting home and hostel prices skyrocketing. At least I was home and I did manage to have a really nice vacation after all.

Göteborg (Gothenburg)

Learning from my mistakes I took very few pictures in Gothenburg. A bit too few. Ill try to land somewhere in between the amount taken in Berlin and this on my next trip.

My first hours in Gothenburg were mostly spent worrying since I didn’t know when my planned host would arrive. I couldn’t get in contact with him and (as I later found out) his train was severely delayed.
Luckily I had been in contact with Joel who, like me, had hosted a hitchhiker named Roi. When Roi found out that I was going to Gothenburg he told me that I simply HAD to meet Joel.
Sometime after 6 pm I sent Joel a message asking if he knew if and when we could meet. I also mentioned that I was worried that my host had disappeared. He answered almost immediately and wondered if he should come pick me up. I am really grateful to him for taking me in on absolutely no notice at all, and I ended up having a great time the days I stayed at his place.
We went out to a pub with his friends, transported a massage bench through half of Gothenburg, went to the museum of world culture, looked through second hand stores and just in general had a very nice time.

I also got to spend a night in Trollhättan where Marita, a woman from A Feminist Initiative, lives. We arrived late and I had to leave early so I didn’t see much of the place. Everyone says there really isn’t anything to see though.
It was really nice to be able to spend a whole night with Marita just talking about all and nothing. I rarely find the time to do that with people I do political work with.

The weekend was spent discussing politics and sleeping in a very nice hotel with Linnéa, but that’s not really of interest to this blog (I think).