One more sleep and other units of measurement
It’s pretty much finally here.
Tomorrow morning, at 7am, we begin the twelve-hour journey to Gothenburg.
First stop: a border shop at which to stock the whole car with alcohol.
I have been told by reliable sources (Felix, namely) that people often do the drove from Sweden to Germany for this exact purpose, so it would be remiss of us to not fill the whole car with beer and spirits.
Karaoke with Carlin and Bastian was actually incredibly wonderful and we woke up the next morning (yesterday) with slightly shaky bodies and possibly some tequila flavoured beer remaining in our brains.
Mats and Ulrika returned from their out of town visit and we made our way to a museum.
Well, they did.
We made a pit-stop in Burger King (at my insistence and to Felix’s horror) and I invested in a whole lot of grease.
I’m pleased to tell you it helped, but I’m pretty sad I gave in to the fast-food demon I’ve been battling.
We met up with Mats and Ulrika as they exited the museum and walked to Museum Island, (an area in the centre of the city where – you guessed it – all the museums hang out).
It rained a lot and not that much more happened, to be honest, but it was a nice day despite the weather and we ate delicious Vietnamese and drank a fair bit of wine.
Today is our last day in Berlin so we’re collaging with Carlin and Bastian and a bunch of their other friends.
Felix has really done some winners.
I have finally uploaded the song I wrote last week with Carlin for my friend. If you knew him, you probably won’t need to forgive my dodgy singing and soppy words.
If you didn’t know him, I’m sorry for my dodgy singing and soppy words.
Social media takes the already confusing emotional experience of the death of a loved one and dips it into a pot of wtf.
I’m still not ready to write about it at all, really, but I want to admit that I spent his birthday. last week, paralyzed with guilt that I didn’t know what to write on his Facebook wall and so I wrote nothing and agonized over it.
I’m glad I’ve done this, but I’m not happy with it. I doubt I ever would have been, so whatever.
I don’t know what the afternoon has in store but the sun has just started streaming through the window and I’m sure whatever we do, it’ll be lovely.
Next stop: Gothenburg, Sweden!