Fanta: Where the heck have you been?

 

Me: This is rediculous, I'm not going anywhere in this country without a map next time!

 

Fanta: Lost again huh?

 

What in the world is wrong with me? I set out with a simple task: ride my bike to the lake and take some pictures. An hour later I'm wondering by some river in the middle of nowhere. I was so certain that I had stumbled onto the literal description of "middle of nowhere," that I took pictures to prove it. Enjoy.

 

More importantly, we visited our favorite Bakery, where we have become good friends with the women that work there (I don't know if that's a good thing or not, but it's nice to get to know the people in the neighborhood. And believe it or not we go in there more for the service than the actual treats. Honest.).

 

Anyway, we're always asking a million questions about what's in what pastery. The women get so flustered trying to find the right English words that they often have to go in the back to get assistance. It's actually quite funny watching them fumble with the English language.

 

The same is true of the checkout girl at the local grocery store. When I walked up to check out the other day I asked her how her day was going in Swedish. She was so shocked and excited to hear me attempt her language that she couldn't stop smiling. And then she started rambling about how good it was (in Swedish). Whoa whoa lady, one day at a time.

 

The point is, this is starting to feel more and more like home. . .apart from the getting lost every 5 seconds.