Party!

Lucas and Lotta invited us to a New Years-party at a friend of theirs, Linda. I have met her before, but just briefly.
Everybody brought a bit of food and drinks and then we pooled it. It turned out be a great party with lots of dancing and several friends I haven’t seen for a long time. Rikard Bauer was there, and Svante showed up as well. Of course, Bonen, Lucas and Lotta was part of the tram as well, although Lucas fell asleep early :-).

Thanks for a great party!

Dinner in Tygelsjö, then beer in Malmö

Today we had dinner together with my sister Milla, her husband Bobbo and their kids Veronica and Martin. My mother also joined. As always, my sis served fantastic food and I ate too much.

Later on, we met my crazy (but dear) friends Lucas, Bonen and Kimmo for a few beers at Brogatan. A great place, but jeez, the beer is expensive.

Visiting Mom in Sweden

Last two days we have been in Sweden together with my mother. As always, we have eaten well and made an excursion, this time to Hovdala slott. Winter is here with low temperatures and frost, but almost no snow. Nice to be here!

Beautiful Christmas weather in Amsterdam

The lovely weather tempted us to take a walk downtown. We warmed up with a visit to Foam photography museum, and a fika at their nice café afterwards.

Christmas dinner in Uitgeest

It is so lovely to meet all of Femke’s family again. Especially her grandparents, who both have been ill but now looked a lot better.
Femke’s sister Marjolein and her boyfriend Jeroen had prepared a nice and spicy soup, while Femke’s mother Pin served paté and then delicious ostrich beef. Femke made a very special and tasty dessert, soesjestoren - a kind of puff pastry balls filled with vanilla cream. I rounded it off with home made Swedish chocolate balls to the coffee.

Christmas walk

We started Christmas day with a nice breakfast and then a long and refreshing walk on the beach in Wijk aan Zee. Later on, the rest of Femke’s family will come over to her parents place for Christmas dinner.

Lonely Christmas eve

In Sweden, we celebrate Christmas the 24th of December. This is not the case in the Netherlands, so my Christmas eve was a bit odd – I spent it alone in the sofa of Femke’s parents, watching tellie with a cat sleeping in my lap. Femke and her mother went to Church in the evening, while I was supposed to drink whisky with Femke’s father Jelle. But he had caught a horrible cold, so had to go to bed early.
Tomorrow is another day, with the real celebrations here.

A beautiful day of flying at the coast

Sky. Sea. Sun. Lots of fresh air. Beach. Dunes. Waving to children. Smiling when seeing dogs at play. Saying hello to a sheep or two.
Flying is a magic thing.


Yesterday, I planned to go flying, but the forecast never came through, and we baked gingerbread instead.

Today, it was the other way around. The forecast was bad, but all the real life-readings looked good, so I took the train out to Wijk aan Zee anyway. And got some really good flying! The sun was out most of the time, the wind was right and not too strong, and the first hour or more, I was all on my own in the sky, except for numerous sea gulls.

As last time, I started with flying North to Egmond aan Zee. Maybe two thirds there, at a tricky part of the dunes, I had to land. But luckily, I had a smooth restart and could continue all the way to Egmont aan Zee. There I turned around and flew back to Wijk. On the way back, I met two other pilots, who I took photos of. At Wijk, I turned around and flew to Egmond yet another time. Then going back to Wijk aan Zee again.

This time, it was a lot harder to make it. At a tricky part, the wind suddenly dropped and I found it impossible to stay up in the air. Another pilot had just landed at the same spot, probably for the same reason. Now, we were both trying to get airborne again, but with difficulties. You need a certain amount of wind strength to stay up – when the wind hits the dunes it is deflected up, and that up-wind is what keeps a soaring paraglider in the air. If the wind is to weak (or if it is coming in on the dunes in the wrong angle), there is not enough upwards energy to keep us “floating” on the air.

After I think three frustratingly short flights, the wind finally picked up, and I could fly back to Wijk aan Zee, land and pack up. It was time to go home. Waiting for the bus, a Dutch pilot, Peter, who I met both in the air and on the beach while packing up, kindly offered me a ride. Thanks!
This way, I got home a lot quicker, which was good because my dear Femke was hungry as a wolf but wanted to eat together and so waited for me.

Swedish neighbour

This summer, I heard someone speaking Swedish on our street, and of course stopped and said hello. It turned out to be Linda, who lives just a few houses down the street from us. We agreed to meet after the summer, which we did. Tonight I had the pleasure of being invited to her place for a glass of wine. It’s always fun to see other people’s home, and to get to know friends better.

Gingerbread!

Baking gingerbread (pepparkakor) is such a Christmassy thing. It fills the house with lovely scents, and the cookie box with start, hearts, christmas pigs, christmas trees and of course, the gingerbread man.

So that's what we did today. And Femke decorated are little christmas tree. Ta-da!

Cocktails at Harry's

Maarten is an old student friend of Femke. Tonight we went out with him and his girlfriend Hanna to try the cocktails at Harry’s Bar in central Amsterdam. Nice!

Wild boar on a bridge

Femke and me are doing our best to try out interesting restaurants in Amsterdam. The excuse is that I have to write several stories about the city.

Tonight we had a delicious dinner at Restaurant Open, in the harbour. The restaurant is built on top of a turning bridge, odd but nice. Both of us had a Bourgionne with wild boar, and then chocolate dessert

Four lovely days in Brussels

Last four days, I have been in Brussels for work. The mission was to write four different stories for Expressen (first one is published in an Internet version without photos and map here). But also as a photographer for ST Press, following a Swedish civil servant during an EU meeting about agricultural issues. All very interesting.

At the same time, I hade the pleasure to meet old friends like Marianne, Sara and Teresa, not to mention acquaintances like Leonida and Orval ☺. Brussels is such a great city!

The photo is from the Council of Europe, the day before a big top meeting.

Mörk materia

I svärtan uttyder man tryckets kvalitet, i svärtan finner man platt-tevens briljans.
I svärtan läser man nattens renhet, i svärtan anar man universums rand.
Men vad gömmer sig i livets svärta? Varför finns den?
Finns det en väg ut?

Dutch Christmas traditions

The Dutch do things their own way, and so they should. When it comes to Christmas, the main player is Sinterklaas. I have yet to have the honour to meet this white-haired gentleman from Spain, dressed like a bishop but in red.

However, I have met his little helper, Swarte Piet. Actually, I met several of them.

Another thing that makes Christmas special for the Dutch is oliebollen (kind of a round donut), that are sold from colourful street stalls. Here, Femek is enjoying ibne. As you can see, they come with a generous helping of icing sugar.

Maiden voyage with the boat

Today, I maid the maiden voyage with my boat!
It was time to move it to a mooring closer to home, and to prepare it for the winter. So I walked to the Prinzengracht, where it has been moored so far. On the way, I passed a garage and asked for two old tyres. They were happy to give them away, and I now had some extra protection for the boat.

The engine started at once, and then I was off :-)! It was such a lovely feeling to glide through the wonderful canals of Amsterdam, despite the grey and cold weather. I am so much looking forward to spring, when we can enjoy it even more!

Here are two photos of the boat. They are from the ad of the former owner, but still give you and idea of how it looks. Very simple, but it sure does the job.

In the evening, Femke cooked andijvie stamppot for us, a traditional local dish. I am really getting Dutchified :-).