Bolmso Cottages & Camping Bolmsö

... at how much I remembered.... Im telling everyone here it is because of watching "Unit one (Rejsehøldt)" and "The Eagle (Ørnen)" on SBS in Australia. Thankyou free TV :P After getting comfortable on the train and listening to my iPod the German "customs officers" came on and asked the black man in front of my for papers etc as well as to look in his bag. Considering I had gone a little crazy shopping in Vienna the day prior (I figured that since it was now my last day I ...

... security/registration number) again. Low and behold, after about 10 minutes of scrutiny, I discovered that this four digit number sent to me in a very official yet low key looking envelope was not my personnummeret at all, but my four digit PIN number for my new Swedish mafia bank account. So, long story short - I can't get a phone yet cause I don't have an ID card. Can't get an ID card 'cause I can't fill out request form 'cause I don't know ...

... along with half my class) had no idea that the second lecture had been changed from 3pm to 8am, because we didn't check the schedule information before hand. Silly us, we wrote it down instead and expected it to stay the same. Silly, silly us. Now I know - at Lund, not only are you challenged in class, you are challenged to find the damn class. That's ok though, because really, it makes things more interesting doesn't it?

... so I intentionally set off for home from a counterintuitive direction. After kind of a long time (I'm still not real sure how long 2 kilometers takes to walk) I came to a fairly large intersection. I knew from experience that one (very not good for me) way leads out of town, and the other (good) way leads towards the center of town, where I live. So I asked this couple walking towards me which way led to the ...

... a bottle of liquor and still ok to go out afterwards...yay!) I took charge of the veggie side of things as I am the only vegetarian on the floor. Salad was requested so I made Food for Thought's signature salad for everyone: nice greens with feta, toasted hazelnuts, and dried cranberries. And I made homemade rasberry vinegrette. Everyone said they liked it alot. I think by now I have met almost all of the ...

... we found Staffan's old BMX bike in the garage that was fine except that it needed air in the tires. The valve for the tire was not the normal type and needed a special connector for the pump. Mats tried many types of pumps...and after all of that he ended up taking it to the gas station for air. Much like Goldilocks trying to find the right porridge I finally had a bike that fitted me and we ...

Comme un lundi...Je me réveille avec un magnifique soleil, un phénomčne qui, étant donné l'heure actuelle, ne devrait pas durer plus de 3 heure de plus...de quoi agacer l'âme et se forcer ā sortir, "lā maintenant tout de suite"...pour pouvoir en profiter, ne serait-ce qu'un moment. Alors c'est ce que je vais faire. Ne pas tarder plus. Aller profiter de la lumičre...une denrée si rare ā cette période de l'année sous ces latitudes! J'y vais! Raffaella

... we decided to meet up with our friends at the nation Krischanta later on. We left my dorm with another Swedish corridor mate David and met our friend Blake at the nation. Krischanta has been really fun in the past as it has a nice lounge and dance area. That night though the DJ did feel the need to play an extra amount of reggae music. I like listening to reggae and its good on occasion whether you decide to play it on a sunny day to up your mood ...

A sleepy, laid-back, unversity town with medieval roots. Streets in the centre were largely pedestrianised and cobbled. It felt open and friendly despite a lack of suitable parking. There were many multi-storey parking "houses" but Tallulah was too tall for these. We followed signs for the only standard car park and discovered a market there. After ...

... pleased/interested to meet her sister these people mostly just said hello and carried on with what they were doing. Not rudely, just not that interested. After a while at that flat, where I was struggling not to choke on the smell of cigarette smoke, we left and headed back in to town. Sarah and I went to McDonalds for lunch while her vegetarian boyfriend endured the smell for a while and then escaped outside. We were good girls and phoned our mum! I was tired out and headed ...