Another one here to torture you

Today, I managed to convince Moses Almighty to invite me to write here. Blame him for explaining me exactly how to reach this point. After the last, let me see... six days... I felt I actually had somthing to contribute with. I mean, we all came home (or at least somewhere else than campus) and experienced this and that, felt happy, sad, alone, fulfilled, frustrated and so on. I'm no exception.

So, let's make the pre-six days short: I got home, saw my family, realised that all my good frieds were out of town (military service, on Ireland, exams and so on) - and got sick. I was lying half dead in our living room for a week. Well, Friday came and time to do some work, so I decided to get well. I was supposed to work as a bartender at a summer party at my mother's job, but I turned out to be something more like a waitress. Fair enough, I was well paid.

Worth to mention is me and David, a friend currently studying to become an English teacher, having a picnic in the park in Oskarshamn. Yep, that's where I supposedly live. Coffee, chocolate cake and a waterpipe. And wonderful weather, too. Almost like campus on the rocks, though on grass instead. And with lots of old people (post 55) trying to dance folk dances just next to us. They weren't there when we came. Pensioner Parade, that's what we ended up calling it. I swear, they played the same song (one of them used by Monty Python) a hundred times.

Anyhow, let's get to those last six days, ey?

First, Andreas came in order to save me from my graduation party with all my relatives. Lots of people, lots of food, lots of sun and... it turned out to be nice! I didn't consider running away from it once.

Then, the best thing ever happened. We were on our way to Hillerød, Andreas' place. When we got to Kalmar, barely half way there, we had a short break so we decided to buy ice cream. Then, sitting on a bench with a big smile, Andreas decided to reveal the big secret he had mentioned a couple of weeks before. "We're getting off the train in Malmö." I looked at him. He put a piece of paper on my lap. A travelling guide. "We're taking a flight to Madrid, getting there at ten this evening." So, we took a slight detour to Madrid before coming to Denmark. I wasn't supposed to travel at all this summer, so it was really great.

What's even better, I don't know if it's more surprising, was that we went to Santiago Bernabeu, the stadium where Real Madrid plays. And I liked it. I liked something connected to football. Bad influences, I'd say...

Madrid wasn't just football, we went to the Prado Museum and took a long walk around the city. It's beautiful. Really. (There are lots of pictures on amrion.bilddagboken.se if you want to have a look, mainly from the stadium, though.)

So, now I'm in Denmark. It's warm and sunny. Yesterday we went to the beach, and today I started to work. I'm cleaning at hospital in Denmark. It's insane. Today I saw eight new newborn children. A new record, I must admit.

Well, Andreas just got back. Better talk a bit with him, since we haven't seen each others at all today.

Hope everything is fine with you all.
And sorry for torturing you with he story of my life... :P

Cheers!