Back In The Land Of The Eternal Sun.

Our last day in Sweden was grey, windy, raining and 13 degrees.
Very strange, as only a few days before it had been 25 degrees and the country was at its absolute best. It´s a bit like the nursery rhyme - the one about the little girl who "when she was nice, she was very, very nice but when she was bad, she was horrid."

Well, two months in the frozen north has made me realise that I really like a lot about Sweden. I just wish I had enough cash to own a little place there as well as in Spain so I could pop back more frequently. Things work there. The buses are frequent and come when they´re supposed to. The shops have become really interesting and it is much more multicultural than when I lived there. They also have wonderful cream cakes and open sandwiches. And of course, I am at home with the language in a way I, unfortunately, never will be in Spanish.

So, it´s back to everyday life here in Spain and to the grindstone of losing the extra kilos that two months of meatballs have deposited on my midriff and rear end.
Heigh Ho!