Time has been spinning in ultra rapid mode. I honestly feel I am stuck in a wheel that is taking me from Monday to Tuesday, to Wednesday, to the weekend and so on and so forth. Not that I am not happy with my life, but I really feel that for my routines to be optimised, I need to become good at efficiently breaking them.
Last weekend, already, I had a bunch of lovely people coming over for my birthday. I threw an invitation out and 6 people decided to fly in. Imagine how blessed I felt. The preparations of course did inflict a certain amount of stress as I do take the hostess business quite seriously. But when we finally all gathered at the same place, it was pure enjoyment.
On Saturday I even enjoyed my birthday breakfast in solitude after a session of yoga and general housekeeping.
We did simple things like eating birthday cake, going for dinner and drinks, enjoying a Sunday brunch, going for coffee…
My guests got lost taking selfies and froze their backs off making snow-angels.
They ate huge amounts of sushi, infused my apartment with loads of positive energy and left with the promise of visiting again.
In the end, Christmas eve was quite a magic day. I woke up in a tidy apartment, practised yoga and had breakfast in my very own kitchen.
I walked to the city center and a bit past 9 o’clock I arrived at the same place as last year, a community center where I volunteered as a kitchen aid for a Christmas luncheon organised for those who are alone, or do not have the means and energy to celebrate in another way. Just like last year it felt really meaningful and important.
And then days have just gone by, one after the other. I had some ambitious projects with long lists of things to do. Getting organised, going out for coffee, taking long walks, practicing yoga, entertaining….
I think that tiredness caught up with me and I have been a bit jet-lagged. Waking up at odd hours, not managing to quite adjust to the bohemian spirit of the days.
I have managed to finish some projects though. I have sewn curtains for the living room and bed-room and a long projected pillow case. I have framed posters ordered online. I have cooked a lot of vegetarian food and have had lovely people over for dinner. I have washed stash after stash of dishes, walked a lot and practiced yoga almost every day.
So what’s the status on this last day of the year at 14:06 pm? The overall mood is good, it is an extremely grey day and I am getting ready to walk to the centre to run some errands and then relax ( see collapse) with my favourite family unit. Once I get out of the door, after a quite active morning, I will take the day off and savour the last hours of 2016. Everything looks neat and tidy and now I am ready to chillax.
Until 2017 dearest readership….
A weekend. Two hours of train-ride and a new place to discover.
Train-trips and small getaways to new or known places is on my agenda this winter/fall.
The first destination was Örebro – a vibrant one-hundred thousand people town. It really felt much bigger than I had expected. Interesting architecture, a big centre with plenty of cafes, bars and restaurants.
We had a really nice dinner on Friday night and walked around in the rain with a borrowed umbrella.
I started Saturday with a jog, followed by hotel breakfast, shopping and a guided tour of the Örebro castle.
In the early afternoon we walked along the river to Wadköping, an outdoor museum area representing five hundred years of urban history.
The visit was short but sweet with beautiful weather, company and sceneries. Not to mention the nice dinners, drinks and lunch at Kungsgatan 1, Chandani, Paolo’s, The Bishop’s Arms and Vasa konditoriet.
I am already looking forward to the next trip…
I could not be on Mykonos and not visit the birthplace of Apollo and Artemis. The island of Delos became the safe haven for Leto to give birth to the offspring of Zeus and protected her from the wrath of Hera, Zeus’ official wife.
So says the myth, and I guess that was how the Apollonian cult on this 5 square km island, just off the shore of Mykonos.
I booked a package, a bit on the expensive side, but after visiting Pompeii on my own devices, I have concluded that it is really worth experiencing historical places through the narrative of a guide.
Many were the impressive facts, but I was mostly fascinated by the idea that Delos must have been in the Roman times what Mykonos is now. A pole of attraction for the affluent, a cosmopolitan, multicultural and…barren piece of land.
Delos was the home of 30,000 people before its decline. Compare that to the 10,000 inhabitants of modern 105,000 sq. km Mykonos and you will get my point.
Summer is here. With some moments of doubt, but maybe this is as good as it will get and to me this is good enough. I am bracing myself for the 40 something degrees of hot Greek summer next week.
Swedish summer may be volatile, but not easily tradeable. It is special in so many ways.
I am going to part from it for three weeks, but I am sure that our reunion will be sweet.
On Saturday morning I woke up to the sun shining through the shades.
I turned around on the sofa and tried to fall back asleep. I finally decided to get up and check the time. 06:10 am. I wondered if she would soon wake up when I heard her chirping: tatata, nanana, bababa. She was sitting up hugging her little inanimate friend. She looked up at me with a smile and continued chatting.
Eventually I lifted her out of bed, gave her a little something to drink and took her to the bathroom. Only a baby can look so content sitting on a toilette seat doing number two in company, feet dangling and all. Blessed age…
Then we spent some time on the sofa reading books and singing songs. I let her roam around on the floor and play with a plastic colander. I practiced some yoga and she looked at me with amusement. As I was raising my arms up in the triangle pose she would point up with a tiny index finger and say “ba“.
After breakfast and a coffee at the station, it was time for us to part. She had a party to attend in the company of her parents and I was going on a little outing. So we kissed goodbye and jumped on different trains going in opposite directions.
I think we both had a nice break from our routines: taking a stroll in the temperamental spring weather, eating out, spending time with familiar people in different settings.
Getting sidetracked is not necessarily a bad thing we concluded.
Good days usually start off right and Sunday was just such a day…An early morning with porridge in a warm and sunlit kitchen, followed by a spontaneous walk to the allotment.
Some watering and digging took place before I changed from rubber boots back to sneakers to continue my stroll where I had left off. Short but magical all the same…
Back home I jumped into my striped apron to make veggie burgers with onion rings and whip some vegan cream to go with my equally vegan carrot-cake. Lunch was a total success, not so much because of the food, as because of the company. I had a 10 month-old baby sitting opposite me, smiling and showing off six perfect little teeth.
The adults decided to pack a basket with coffee and cake and enjoy dessert outside. The little person on my lap was clearly appreciative of my gluten and sugarfree confection.
My Japanese hat, Egyptian scarf, sunglasses bought in Brussels and a layer of SPF 50 shielded me against the sun as we were walking back with spirits and bellies content.
A day to remember for its simple perfection.