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One of the reasons we wanted to travel to Sweden is to see this beautiful country, that neither Cindy nor I had ever visited. The other reason is that Bruce's Great Grandmother grew up in this small town just west of Stockholm.
I (Bruce) was fortunate to really get to know this wonderful woman.
Bruce went back to his roots when we stopped in Eskilstuna, Sweden. His great grandmother, Signe M. Anderson, was born here on March 14, ...
... have more space for boots and bulky warm clothing. Pupils go out to play in all weathers, unlike in the UK. School lunches are of the serve yourself and help yourself variety with a good choice of hot lunches and salad and vegetables. There is no dessert with the lunch.
... then went to a cafe in town to have our afternoon fika, a Swedish word to describe taking a break to have a coffee and snack. We tried one of the traditional Swedish snack of a "chocolate ball" which is exactly as it sounds, a ball of chocolate rolled in coconut.
We had a relaxing night to prepare for our next day in Stockholm, made dinner in her residence, hung out with some of her friends and got a tour of inside her university.
... ones. All people drinking, dancing and in the morning wondering where did the last night go? Easy as it is. No need to explain, especially for ones, who experienced that!
By time I met more amazing people, that I became friends with. In the clubs, I usually got compliments, how beautiful my hair is. That's how I came friends with Croatian Nina, and after we had very secret adventures. She used to live in Hulphers (very center of the city) so I ended up ...
... It TURNS out she’s simply waiting for her husband, who has struck up a conversation and doesn’t seem to know when to quit. She smiles and says it’s usually the other way around.
She has a bow legged stance in the doorway, seeming to rock a little on her heels like a westerner in a cowboy film. The goat is here when we get out of the car this time, slowly making his way through the pile of telepgraph poles stacked in the front yard. His teeth pull ...