For all the not sleeping I tend to do, I sure have a problem staying awake in a car. Ever since I was a child, all you have to do is throw me in a car, have a little sunlight shining down on me, play some music, and sit back as I slump against the car door and start drooling on myself. Someone should get on inventing some sort of Auto Car that pumps in artificial sunlight while driving in a pattern on the highway. People like me would be sleeping for as long as you programmed it to go. Ten, fifteen hours?
Anyway, the ride up was successful and I had a chance to see Jenny's old apartment. It still contains a large majority of her stuff.
We were looking around and I found myself in the middle of a plastic sleeve/tube thing that was probably meant for a small child or a animal, waddling around, when Jenny's friend Siobhan arrived and walked in.
Strange look.
Pause.
"Hi, I'm Nick."
"I know."
Ha. Excellent first intro.
Tobias and I set out to try to get some pizza for a late dinner before the place closed down the road. No luck.
But, on the way back, I spotted a hedgehog, which I thought was great. He was a quick little bugger, but after scurrying behind him, I was able to snap a picture.
Jenny started making some pasta instead and we all sat around talking. Siobhan took ample opportunities through the evening to embarrass Jenny and I had some chuckles about it. Until I got embarrassed, of course.
On the balcony outside, a family of pigeons had taken up and the babies were there all the time. Not really a good picture of them, but it was all I got.
We watched Mama Pigeon regurgitate meals over the next 12 hours or so. Lovely.
Lots of listening to music through the evening and a late night overall. I have no idea when and how long I actually slept that night. The sun shone through most of the night and I didn't have a clock. I slept off and on, but felt good through it all.
Jenny, Siobhan, and I ventured out to shop the next day and picked up supplies for the festival. I took some money out of the ATM and felt like a rich man, flashing around a massive wad of Swedish cash that really only amounted to around $300. I had grand plans that day to become a Big Swedish Hip Hop Star and flash my cheddar on screen. As long as it gets sent over to America, no one will know how poor I really am.
(In related news, the dollar has slipped even more this week and my dollars don't even convert to a full 6 kronor anymore. It was exchanging for more than 6 kronor when I showed up here. Get your crap together, America!)
We grabbed a bit of lunch in what was kind of like a shopping mall/center and then headed back to the apartment. We dropped Jenny off and Siobhan was nice enough to drive me back in town for to look for a Swedish-English dictionary or some sort of book I could use to start learning something. Why didn't I get one before I left? Good question.
We found one at a reasonable price in one store and I settled on it after price comparing with some other ones in a more "upscale" bookstore. Be grateful for book prices back home. One regular sized book I found for learning Swedish cost around $50. I settled on a $10 dictionary and started learning random words.
When we returned, everyone else had left except Jenny. They took the trailer and were off to the festival. I went upstairs and helped her finish packing things. Then we were off to grab Jesper.
After a short stop at Jesper's, a visit with his dog, and helping him with some things, we were finally off to the festival...
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