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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... and i'm seeing myself improve each practice. School is also going well with the flexible schedule and nice and understanding teachers. Learning the language is still difficult but hopefully I will Improve during the next few months. I always have something going on each weekend so it's nice to always be busy and be with my friends and family here.
That's all for this month and next month I know I'll have even more stories to share!
Until next time,
... their upcoming year. I became very close to them this weekend because they are going through the same situation as me and can relate to my feelings. After four days of eating (yes they gave us two fikas a day), talking, and learning I was already on my way back home to really get settled in.
Back at home again, I went on my tour of Vårgårda, on bike of course. I saw the main part of town and fell In love with the small place I ...
... lovely guys from their office and I was interested to compare the way they do real estate here compared to us.
We left about 11 this morning after dropping KA and T back to work to collect their car (a very familiar exercise for us) , and headed off towards Goteborg in Sweden.
About 200 km and we arrived at cousin Aslaug's place and afternoon tea, before dinner of sensational baked fresh spiced cod cooked in sour cream and herbs. Yum!
Arrived here in Trolhatten after two days of riding from Gothenburg. We are always slightly lost. We have maps, most people speak English, yet we are never really sure where we are. It's very odd. Nothing is really clear. We may be here on the map or there in another city with the same name. Is there a bathroom here? Yes, but it's closed for cleaning. ...
... long, long ago, I learnt about the Zuiderzee, and polders, and the sea being held at bay by huge dykes into which young, heroic boys were prone to stick their fingers. But knowing it and seeing it,( the dykes not the boys), are two different things, and it was slightly surreal, especially when we were back in the van having a cuppa and saw the mast of a small yacht pass by above the dyke.