Good morning from Sweden one week ago. It was our last day at Johan’s parents. We had such wonderful days with them. It’s always hard to leave, but this time we have a plan to see each other two times more this year and that makes it easier.
The sun in this kitchen!
This person was really hard to leave, apparently he was searching for us for a couple of days, making worried sounds.
Johan had his last beauty treatment in their spacious bathroom and here he is doing his argan oil hair routine. He’s obsessed with products from a company called The Ordinary. He’s made me use some of them as well, though I’m not so much into beauty products as he is. When we met, he saw me washing my face and literally screamed Are you crazy? Washing your face with soap?? You’re going to get wrinkles! I laughed and continued washing my face with soap until last year, now I only do it a few times a month. Come on wrinkles, you’re welcome into my life. Have to admit his products are lovely to use + I love a face wash and cream from a company called CeraVe, been using them for a few years and they are really great (the packagings look like they belongs in a retirement home or hospital though).
Let’s talk about more important things – FOOD. Maria made lunch for us before leaving; Wallenbergare (are more “fancy” Swedish meatball in the shape of a burger) from moose meat (grandfather a hunter), with mashed potatoes (Peter made the mash, yum), brussel sprouts, kale, green peas, lingonberries and red wine.
Super delicious, meat is pretty rare in my life these days. Both Johan and I grew up among hunters and have seen the whole process of a living animal on its way to the plate. Brutal, though I’m happy to have the knowledge and to have been fed animals who had a much better life than the meat ending up in the supermarkets.
Another rare thing in my life is dessert. But when it’s fruit or chocolate, I’m up for it. We bought the meringues (cinnamon & ginger) when we were in Stockholm a few days earlier and Maria put together this flavour bomb. With coffee and armagnac. I skipped the armagnac, my body has started to refuse alcohol more and more so I’d better just not drink at all unless it’s one glass of a super crisp, super cold sparkling wine of good quality.
One more just because a dessert hardly looks better than this. What a nice end to a great long weekend. So happy we have family to visit, to escape Berlin for some clean air, amazing tap water, lots of love and dog cuddle. Talking about dogs, I got a phonecall from my mum the other day, she told me Elvis needs me as a nanny for a week in May. Ticket already booked. Imagine May up in the north of Sweden, with the sun hardly setting – going to bring my computer and work up there + take so many pictures. Elvis can be the model. Excited, this year has already been scheduled with several fun family things. Writing this with happiness and a bit of an aching heart, because I miss them all so much but what can you do when you fall in love with a city and decide you just have to move away from your old country?
Now: Off to Charlottenburg for some gelato and probably a long walk back home with Johan next to me. I’m going to feel so rich, walking with him through the city gives me a sense of something close to how I imagine pure happiness feels, not much can compare to this feeling. What’s happening inside of me reminds me of how it feels to fall in love. Dopamine? Serotonin? A few things, like dog cuddle (I miss P so much it hurts every day), reading a great book after waking up, my family, really good food, swimming in the sea and walking through other big cities are in the same league. We’ve been taking those walks way too seldom the past couple of years, which has made me enjoy taking them on my own as well – makes my head clear and gives me a high ceiling mentally. Getting to know oneself is very important and nothing wrong (I’m saying this to myself because I believed for so many years that caring about oneself meant being selfish) and needs time alone to sink in. Alone time is even more important than getting to know oneself through other people, especially for an introvert like me. Are you an introvert, extrovert or ambivert? All the tests I’ve taken say I’m 70% introverted and 30% extroverted.
Gelato, here I come.