A report on reality
A report from Båstad.
I hit the cold, red, stone brick wall of reality and I call it ICA Supermarket.
Do you know why it's reality? Because it's boring. Boring= Reality. Exciting= Dream. Three weeks ago it was the other way around. I am making it that way again.
It's not too bad though; it's supposed to be boring, that's the way you know you're making money, and for me boredom feeds dreams. The last two years I have lived on the dreams of Asia, and an hour wasn't an hour it was a 30 fresh beers in Hanoi, a cooking class in Luang Prabang or an elephant ride in Chiang Mai. Now I have moved on to dream about my next adventure; an hour is two pints in The Celt, a student party or basically food for the day. Dublin is a bit more expensive than Asia but equally encouraging!
I am doing other things in Båstad than working of course. I met up with Jossan again and it was brilliant! We have some stories to tell eachother, might take the whole summer to retell our adventures. That suits me well.
Tuesday we had a kick-off for the summer workers at ICA. Surprisingly enough it was great fun! One good thing about ICA; people tend to come back every summer and also there are some really nice people working there. For our night out our boss had a surprise. Bowling! It's been a long time, I had forgotten how fun it was. But I remembered each time I made a strike (both two times) and our team actually won! I want to thank my teammates....bla bla
Also, as some of you might be very well aware due to your pounding head and upset stomach, yesterday was Midsummers Eve. And it was a good one (once the rain stopped and I got off work). I missed the dancing around the Midsummer pole and the singing in the day, but so did a lot of people who wanted to stay dry.
I jumped into the celebrations a little later on. Dinner with friends and lots of herring, fresh potatoes, meatballs, salmon, chives and sourcream. As it should be! And of course, for dessert; strawberries (picked next door, only made in Sweden for midsummer).
And then me and Jossan and our little sisters moved onto the real deal with Midsummer. What everyone holds it sacred for; getting dead hammered. That's what you do and we didn't want to break traditions. The rest of the night is a happy haze but Jossan and I went to the best pub in town; infamous Pepe's Bodega and I remember having a blast and meeting up with friends I haven't seen in ages and ages. It was a night to remember; I just wish I could. But my pounding head and upset stomach is a reminder though.
Time for breakfast. Then work. Reality. But the waether's cleared up. I think it wil be a good day.
I hit the cold, red, stone brick wall of reality and I call it ICA Supermarket.
Do you know why it's reality? Because it's boring. Boring= Reality. Exciting= Dream. Three weeks ago it was the other way around. I am making it that way again.
It's not too bad though; it's supposed to be boring, that's the way you know you're making money, and for me boredom feeds dreams. The last two years I have lived on the dreams of Asia, and an hour wasn't an hour it was a 30 fresh beers in Hanoi, a cooking class in Luang Prabang or an elephant ride in Chiang Mai. Now I have moved on to dream about my next adventure; an hour is two pints in The Celt, a student party or basically food for the day. Dublin is a bit more expensive than Asia but equally encouraging!
I am doing other things in Båstad than working of course. I met up with Jossan again and it was brilliant! We have some stories to tell eachother, might take the whole summer to retell our adventures. That suits me well.
Tuesday we had a kick-off for the summer workers at ICA. Surprisingly enough it was great fun! One good thing about ICA; people tend to come back every summer and also there are some really nice people working there. For our night out our boss had a surprise. Bowling! It's been a long time, I had forgotten how fun it was. But I remembered each time I made a strike (both two times) and our team actually won! I want to thank my teammates....bla bla
Also, as some of you might be very well aware due to your pounding head and upset stomach, yesterday was Midsummers Eve. And it was a good one (once the rain stopped and I got off work). I missed the dancing around the Midsummer pole and the singing in the day, but so did a lot of people who wanted to stay dry.
I jumped into the celebrations a little later on. Dinner with friends and lots of herring, fresh potatoes, meatballs, salmon, chives and sourcream. As it should be! And of course, for dessert; strawberries (picked next door, only made in Sweden for midsummer).
And then me and Jossan and our little sisters moved onto the real deal with Midsummer. What everyone holds it sacred for; getting dead hammered. That's what you do and we didn't want to break traditions. The rest of the night is a happy haze but Jossan and I went to the best pub in town; infamous Pepe's Bodega and I remember having a blast and meeting up with friends I haven't seen in ages and ages. It was a night to remember; I just wish I could. But my pounding head and upset stomach is a reminder though.
Time for breakfast. Then work. Reality. But the waether's cleared up. I think it wil be a good day.
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