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København, Denmark; 3-5 of March 2009.

3rd of March.

Exactly one week before, we had decided to get out from Göteborg for a few days. Me and J. The tickets to Barcelona, Spain, etc were too expensive. So we ended up in Copenhagen, Denmark. It takes about 3,5 hours by train, from Göteborg to Copenhagen. We did pay 380 Sek (160 + 220), 33€, for a return ticket. This was the first time I understood how close Copenhagen is!

It was my first time on the  longest combined road and rail bridge in Europe (according to Wikipedia)!

We did stay at a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend’s place (I met him for five minutes for about one year ago in a bar in Madrid, Spain). He did pick up as at the airport (the train stops there as well) and we went to his place to leave the luggage. He left us there, because he had a meeting at 17.30. We changed clothes and headed towards the city centre.


At the metro station we bought a 10-trip card for 130 danish crowns (130 dkk is 17€). The metro tickets can be paid with a credit card or danish coins. It has to be “stamped” in a yellow machine before going downstairs to the metro, and can be used for one hour (when a 2 zone card).

dsc01158Everything was so clean…

In the city centre we took a walk on the famous pedestrian street Strøget. Since we were hungry, to find a restaurant was our priority. We ended up in Mama Rosa (Østergade 57 / Nikolai Plads 24). I did pay about 70 dkk (9€) for a pizza margharita and about 45 crowns (6€) for a glas of red wine.


Our host was ready with his meeting just when we had finished our dinner, so we met up with him and went to a restaurant/bar/café. It’s located on the pedestrian street as well, and called Europa (Amagertorv 1). There we met up with to friends of our host. My bottle of sweet cider did cost 50 dkk (6.7€). Our friend had his dinner there, and the food looked nice. They serve brunch (plates) as well! Quite expensive though (as everything else)… ~170 dkk (22.8€) for a plate…

From Europa we went to a very nice cocktail bar, Ruby (Gammel Strand 10). They have a very long cocktail list; but I’d recommend you to ask the bartender for a recommendation! The cocktails tasted very good. And weren’t too cheap; 99 dkk (13.3€) each.

4th of March.

I spent the day in shops and cafés on Strøget with J. However, I didn’t by anything else than chocolate pralines and jam. J did do some more shopping. I was too cheap to do that.

In the afternoon we went back home and started to prepare the dinner we had promised our host and his friends, in order to thank them for taking care of us. After the dinner we went to a bar downtown. There we met with two friends to one of the guys; two Swedish girls working in Copenhagen. It was a calm bar where we had a drink while chatting. The next bar was more laud and it was time to dance; in The Dubliner. Our friends had told us a lot about a “special” bar called The Moose. A bar where people are allowed to smoke, the alcohol is cheaper and the walls are covered in messages from the guests. We went there, before it was time to start to think about going home . I’ve to say that I’ve a hard time in places where smoking is allowed. That’s after I got used to “clean” bars and nightclubs. Before I didn’t think too much about it, and the smoke didn’t bother me. But now, when I’ve experienced how much nicer it is without the smoke (especially the day after), it annoys me. Well, we had our drinks there and finished the night with a night-sandwich at one of the friend’s place.

dsc01174The Dubliner.

5th of March.

I got up after five hours of sleep and realised that my friend J hadn’t come back home yet. A few hours later, when I just had got in the shower, I heard someone knocking on the door. It was J. She had been outside, trying to get indoors, for a long time (that’s at least how she felt). She had tried to call everybody, but just got to a danish lady saying the numbers were unreachable at the moment. Poor J didn’t grew up at a border to a country. I did; and all the numbers in my telephone book are sawed with the prefixes +46…/+358…/etc. Makes calling abroad much easier. Makes it possible.

J slept on the sofa the whole day. I did watch TV and read my book. At 19:00 it was time to catch the train back home. But before that I enjoyed a dry pizza slice at the airport; for 30 dkk (4€).



It’s a shame, that I can’t access my blog at work.
I don’t have the energy when I get home.

Did you realise how dark it was outside this morning (i.e. if you got up before 07:00)? Such a difference one hour does. But now we are in “summer time”. Should mean summer is makig entrance.

I went to Tallinn, and came back tired. But happy!
Not a lot of sightseeing for our part. We didn’t have good luck with the weather. Perhaps I’ll write more about Tallinn some other day…

I got my first salary last week. And now I’m trying to save and save. So far I’ve met three ants in my shoe box, also known as my room. I’m not interested in sharing my 6m², and realise there is a risk I’m the one who has to move out. With that in my mind, I’m eager to save. But I also like traveling. At the moment there is a warmer place I would like to visit. Palm trees and t-shirt weather sounds tempting, when you’re in a windy and rainy place.

Reminder to myself:
1st of April tomorrow. Do not believe in anything, who ever says it.

No time for sleep.

Average amount of hours slept during the Tallinn trip: 4 per night.

That is 16 hours in more than 4 days.

Yesterday the lack of sleep catched up with me.

I slept for about 11-12 hours last night.

And I’m not fully recovered yet.

Train station.

At the train station (sending this from my mobile phone). Waiting for my train to Stockholm.
In Stockholm I’ll meet up with Alf, Fertsu (my friends from Valencia, Spain) and four friends to them. In the afternoon we’ll take a ferry (think size ‘love boat’) to Helsinki, Finland. We’ll arrive to Helsinki tomorrow morning, and change to a Katamaran that will take us to Tallinn, Estonia. Our destination for the Easter holidays.

Happy Easter!
I hope the Easter-cock is generous to all of you!


I haven’t done a lot today. So far.
Hey, I’m on holidays!

My excuse is that I need to rest for tonight’s birthday party.
It’s Pepe’s birthday. I don’t know who Pepe is. But I’ve seen a picture of him on Facebook.
I’m sure it’s going to be fun.

Until this moment I’ve been to the supermarket. Buying ingredients for the lunch. Spanish lunch. When it comes to the time, at least. I’m going to play housewife; and prepare the lunch for me and my friend G who will come home from work in about one hour. I think we’ll bake pullas (SV: bullar; EN: cinnamon rolls) today as well, before going to the party. Perhaps we’ll have time for some pig hunting as well?

Here are a few pictures, that I took yesterday:




Remember; I’m not a photographer, and I always use the camera in my mobile phone! (Click on the pictures in case you want to see them in a little bigger format)

A Reflection.

The staircases in Spanish houses smell different.

Same everywhere in Spain.
But different than in Scandinavia.

No Pigs To Be Found.

I’ve been to two VIPS shops, but didn’t find any pigs.
I had to choose between a grizzly bear and a panda. I chose a panda.

The pig (of my friend G).

A press on the pigs back, and he poops candies.

My Poo Poo Panda.

Next On Agenda: A Pig.

Weather forecast:

Today – 11°C
Friday – 14°C
Saturday – 16°C
Sunday – 14°C
Monday – 11°C
Tuesday – 16°C
Wednesday – 18°C
Thursday – 19°C
Friday – 20°C

I’ll leave on Monday, in the afternoon. And the temperature starts to increase.

Well. Enough about weather. Luckily I didn’t come here just because of weather. Which is supposed to be nicer here.

Now I’ll go and find a VIPS. And buy a candy pooping pig. Or something else.

It Was Spring.

More than one person (that is two) has told me I brought the cold with me.

I didn’t mean to!
I wanted to enjoy spring weather.

As Always.

18 hours in Madrid.
I’ve two new pairs of shoes.

Almost In One Piece.

I’m in a flat without possibility to see how the weather outside is.
For me, it could be night.
Well. Soon I’ll go and find out!
As I’ve already mentioned; I used a low fare airline to get here. The trip went smoothly. Perhaps I’ve learnt something from previous mistakes. But the seats in a plane belonging to a low fare airline doesn’t have the seats from a Volvo. After two hours of sitting, it started to be painful. For the backside. And I still had about two hours in front of me. Well, I survived. My luggage didn’t have as good luck as I did. A piece of it’s corner was missing when I got it back. The official description is bag frame and bag completely destroyed.

Is It Half Full Or Half Empty?

All my clothes are spread on my bed. It’s not an enormous amount of clothes. Everything fits in two under-the-bed-boxes. Easily.
I’m trying to decide what to bring with me to Madrid. I don’t want to bring too much with me. I want to be able to buy new clothes. Therefore the bag should be half empty. When I leave. So it can be full when I come back home.

Oh. Just realized I also need to decide what to wear tomorrow, for the appointment.

More Tickets.

Madrid, here I come!

3-10 of March I’ll be in Spain; drinking Spanish coffee, eating Tortilla de patatas and Spanish cheese, spending time with a good friend, and enjoying a little warmer weather.

I can’t wait!

First Ticket, Now The Rest.

A ticket to get from Stockholm (Sweden) to Helsinki (Finland) by a ferry is bought.
Now I need tickets for a train from Göteborg to Stockholm, a ferry from Helsinki to Tallinn (Estonia) and back, and a train ticket from Helsinki to Kemi (Finland).

I’m also trying to find the cheapest way to get to Madrid (Spain). doesn’t want to cooperate. I know I don’t want to travel with them. But I thought I’m not in a hurry this time, and don’t mind delays etc. I also planned to pay a little extra, in order to be able to check in luggage. Should make the travelling with Ryanair a little easier. But. I can’t finish the booking. And now the prices have already gone up, from yesterday. That I can see. Perhaps I should be clever and take this as a sign. A sign to book tickets with another company.

One Expensive Dinner.

On Friday afternoon I took a train to Stockholm. Two old friends of mine live there, a third one was there because of work, and I wanted to be there as well. I arrived to Stockholm at 16:20, just after realizing I apparently had been sitting behind famous Swedes (Josef Fares and Torkel Petersson). I met with one of my friends, and we took the subway to one of the friends living in Stockholm. As always, there is a lot to speak about. And so we did, while drinking wine and getting ready for a dinner out. Before going to the restaurant where my friend had reserved a table, we met up with the last friend (we haven’t met in… five years at least, during which she has become a mother of two!) and the sister to one of my friends.

We had our dinner in restaurant Caliente on Fleminggatan 22. As you might guess from the name of the restaurant, it was a Spanish restaurant. Most of the dishes in the menu were what I’d call typical Spanish. A few were more south American influenced. I did order one Tortilla de patatas and one Plato de queso con membrillo. Two things I miss from Spain. I did a mistake. I did expect to get the same as in Spain. But I didn’t. I expected to get one whole Tortilla cut in small pieces. I got less than 1/8 of a Tortilla, covered with some kind of tomato sauce. I expected to get a plate full of sliced Spanish cheese. I got three slices of Spanish cheese. Well. This is Sweden; where it’s fancy in some restaurants to get half empty plates. At least the taste was what I expected! And I didn’t leave the place hungry. The restaurant was full when we arrived around 20:30. It’s necessary to make a reservation. To hear what everyone around the table said, was little difficult in the beginning. But when people started to leave the restaurant, it was really nice to sit there and chat with friends. When the restaurant closed; it was time to say goodbye to the sister and one of the friends, and go “home”.

On Saturday, after a breakfast and a walk/shopping/lunch in the district called Söder (more relaxed atmosphere than in the city center), I took a train back to Göteborg at 15:06. About 5 hours later I arrived to Göteborg. Hopefully I don’t need to think that much about my economy next time, and can take the train that costs a few hundred crowns more. 3 hours in the train is less painful, than 5.

Time – Economy: 1-0

So. I’ll start to work on the 1st of April. That means I’ve more than one month to do “what ever I want”. Quotation marks since due to economical reasons I’m not fully able to do what ever I’d like to. It requires some planning.

I’d like to:
– Visit a friend in Madrid, Spain. That’s something I’ve already promised as well.
– Meet with some friends who are coming to the north of Europe. Since they make the effort to come here; I want to make an effort to meet with them.
– Spend time in my hometown, with my parents.

I should book all the tickets… now.

28/1 – 8/2

Since I now rent a room in a house I don’t have to be afraid of thiefs reading my blog to find out when I’m not going to be at home. There will always be somebody at home. Close to the home at least. Therefore I can tell you that…

Tomorrow I’ll take a plane to the north.
It’s time to finish my studies.


Interesting, how strong the memory connected to smells is.

I bought a new body lotion just before I left for Denmark. For the weekend date with the Dane.

Every time I use that lotion, I’m back to his room. Where I used the lotion for the first time.

I’d Adopt Her.

On the flight from Stockholm to Gothenburg on Tuesday I sat next to a girl.

I got to know she was going to visit her mother for a few days.
She also told me she was going to turn 11 in exactly two months. When I asked he if she was looking forward to get older (which I was, in her age), she told me she wasn’t. She had understood getting older equals to more responsibilities. Clever girl. Knows to appreciate the childhood.

Busy Days.

I’ve been busy this week.
Interviews during the working hours. Cleaning, buying Christmas gifts and packing in the evenings.

But now my Christmas holidays have started!
Tonight I’ll take a train to Jönköping. I’m going to visit MS. In case MS is still in the picture next year, there will be more details. Tomorrow morning I’ll take a train back to Gothenburg. Catch my luggage and take a bus to the airport. From the Gothenburg airport I’ll fly to Helsinki in Finland. In Helsinki I’ll change the plane, and continue to Oulu. My parents will pick me up in Oulu, and we’ll drive to my hometown, in Sweden.

During the next days I’ll hopefully see snow, eat a lot of nice food, use the sauna a lot, watch TV, meet some of my old friends, spend time with my family, hopefully get something from Santa Claus, and have a poor Internet connection. As last year, the Internet connection at my parent’s place hasn’t been updated since 1996.