Stangobeauty. Hometown soon.

We are shadows, shadows in the alley

I miss Samui, p.2

I miss Samui, p.1

I have got the laziest man

Latest research show that Swedish men are laziest in Europe. - But it is soooooo niceeee!!! - says L and stretches on the sofa.

M is surfing

Saturday discovery: this blog. Fashion, sex, vanity and lots of humor. Enjoy.

Eat warm buns till your tummy aches

You do like this. Find a boyfriend who can bake kanelbullar, the famous Swedish cinnamon rolls. Inspire him to bake every now and then. Eat warm buns till your tummy aches. Put the rest in the freezer and forget.

Come home after a hard day at work, change into soft clothes. Accidentaly find the buns, warm two, curl up on the sofa under a blanket and eat. Enjoy the smell of cinnamon at home, burn your mouth with them.

Go blogging.

Ecobanana trip

For professional reason I read 20 articles about 20 different countries and their tourist attractions over the weekend. I love reading travel magazines, especially since I begun to travel "for real", since going to Asia or the US is within my reach. Swedish travel magazines, with their pure Scandinavian approach to aestheitcs, are simply beautiful. I was supposed to choose the most beautiful of all, the most inspiring, new, exciting. Showing new perspectives on the destination presented, new view on travelling in general. And what? And it's not easy at all.

Because I saw articles with photographs and descriptions of places that will simply disappear if we keep going there. Like the last secret of Thailand, Koh Phayam, where you won't pay with your Visa card and can only use electricity between 5 and 10 pm. It's not staying like that for much longer, I am sure. I already want to go to Koh Phayam!

I chose an article about enviromentally friendly train trips in one of the European countries. It's exotic, because noone has travelled there like that for years and years.

I am aware that I am more aware because I live in Sweden and follow the trends in travel trade with a slightly bigger curiosity than the avrage charter-Svensson does. I don't even wanna go on a train trip! But it really does not matter. Ecological bananas only recently started to taste good.

Yesterday I

Scored a fine for parking. Fuck.

Today I

Drove three of my colleagues, including my new boss, from my office, to a certain hotel in central Stockholm, to terminal 5 at Arlanda airport, back to Stockholm and to my boss's apartment. I did all this all by myself. Slightly nonchalant. I am a Stockholmer. I live here. I did not get lost, I did not cry*. I am so damn proud!

*Last year when I got lost driving off from Gullmarsplan, I called L at work CRYING so much he could not understand what I was saying. I really do not understand how I thought he would be able to help me. When I finally managed to drive to my work, I had to ask L's brother in law to come and pick up the car there, because I was not able to find the way back to his place. It's the most shameful moment of my life. There was not smaller letters to write that.