How lucky am I... have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Hur lyckligt lottad är inte jag som har något speciellt som gör farväl så svårt att säga.

Det är ju tråkigt att säga farväl och adjö, men dock är det väl så att vi skiljs åt så att vi kan mötas igen en annan gång? 

Don't be dismayed at goodbyes.  A farewell is necessary before you can meet again.  And meeting again, after moments or lifetime, is certain for those who are friends.


Goodbye for now!

Untill we meet again <3


Lite bilder från torsdag kväll

Me, Stina, Nikitas och Nina         Tria Yinekes

Onsdag 9 juni efter Zoo

Idag nar vi irrade runt for att komma tillbaka till Rafti.. ringer telefonen det ar Nina och Nikitas som
vantar pa oss utanfor huset vi bor i. KANONSKOJ!!!

Tyvarr vart kameran hemma nar vi var ut och kakade, men Desponia hade kameran med sig, sa vi far uppdatera det har inlagget med bilder senare.

De hade akt tidigare fran Pireus sa det vart Pelle i botten
med en himla fart hem igen.

Dar stog de raringarna uppkladda till tanderna. Nikitas hade till och med slirre i varmen *pust* tror det
lag pa cirka 33 grader, trodde jag skulle svimma dar ett tag innan jag tog min..mitt
UNDERBARA fev pannband\mossa\whatever =). Har haft den varje dag den har varit min raddning.

Sa var tid ar nu ute, 1 timme flyger ivag har, det kanner ni val till hur fort tiden gar nar man grejsar pa webben.
Ha en underbar fortsattning pa veckan!

Kram kram
Sofi och Stina

No Matter Where You Go. . .

. . . There you are.

In a few hours the journey begins. Already today several hours have passed by and so far they have all felt much, much longer than sixty minutes. Expectation and anticipation makes time pass very slowly. Early this morning I woke up to book our seats in our choice of transportation. The Airplane. My dear mothers’ favourite choice of transportation. *insert heavy sarcasm* (It’s difficult to convey sarcasm through text). I woke up early, and was later unable to fall asleep again, so this day was already longer than usual. Without being sloooow.
Our seating in the front on the right.
So, I’ve booked our seats for this flight with mother sofis’ wish of seating in mind. She wants to sit in the front of the plane. I have a loose theory that she subcounsiously prefers the front to the back due to the airplanes' movement in flight. The further back in the body you sit you’re more prone to feel when the plane works to keep a steady course. Because the tail and the back section moves considerably more than the nose and front. At least that’s my theory. Loosley based on what I learnt in school (aviation collage, yes. . .) many years ago.

Our seats are on row 21, J&K, and mine'll be K!

Our airplane is a boeing 737-800. Boeing 737 is a short to medium range, single aisle and narrow body jet airliner. 737’s lack a fuel dump system. The 800s are a version of the 737-700s with longer bodies. This version was launched in 1994 and introduced into service in 1998. They hold 162 or 189 passangers depending on the class layout.

Very exiting.

Our type of airplane!

Can’t wait to take off (take off and landing, the best parts of flight travel!!)


Lot's of love

I like my money right where I can see them. . . my closet.

Mother Sofi went to the hairdresser today. She was to have her hair cut and add highlights. When I arrived a little later in the morning, at the hairdresser, she had cut her hair and added one big fat highlight. In all of her hair. Brill! It actually looks great and she pulls the whole silver/platinum blond hair off (otherwise I usually associate platinum blond hair with, well, people of cheap porno flicks or their related associates… *clears throat*).

Anyway, it looks great.
A Jesus-shoe.
Afterwards we went shopping for important stuff to bring with us to Greece. Because one can never have enough stuff! Mother Sofi bought some nice shoes with lots of straps, kind of like those old roman sandals, or as a friend calls them “Jesus-shoes”. Though much more fashionable and up to date, but you get the picture... She also bought some band aids for the possible and probable galls (skvasår in Swedish) she’ll receive from breaking in these awesome looking sandals/shoes.

I bought some stuff to. Like a t-shirt. Because I love t-shirts and they are awesome. This one was pretty with pretty colors and a fierce animal on… I mean, what’s not to like? I’ll wear it to the beach, and in the city and when I chill in the shade of some building looking cool and relaxed… I love it.



My new t-shirt!

Now I’ll head over to Mothers' and watch the Eurovision Song Contest semi Final 1.


THE!! Hostess

How easy it can be when you have a special sister at the destination!!
I promiss her to not "overdo it" so I will take this in just a few words, right Joana?? *big smile*

My Greek sister

Many words can be used to describe this lovely woman...
But the best are......

Caring, loveable, carpe Diem, always (as I know) smart and happy...
And lucky with her family, pictured here below <3

See you soon all of you!

The worst thing about being a tourist... having other tourists recognize you as a tourist.

Me and my mom are going to travel to Greece, to visit some of her friends who has gracefully borrowed us their apartment in Porto Rafti. Two weeks of Greek and Greece and Greekology (hehe) and a lot of (hopefully) sun and (most probably) friendly people.

In an unexplained burst of inspiration I’ve created the foundation for a travel blog. Hopefully it won’t dry up as fast as my previous blog, though this one actually has a purpose other than my random thoughts. There will be pictures, probably a lot of them, facts about Greek stuff and dictations of our random and most probably Awesome! adventures.

Before this trip I’ve listened a little to some ‘Learn Greek’ audio files. Into the third lesson, over a too long a period of time, I noticed the teacher is obsessed with Americans (probably because these lessons are meant for Americans) and if someone is American or not. Is te Americanos? And. So. On. I will most definantly not be speaking greek, at least not more than the obvious. Yes, no, thank you and I don’t know. Enough for me I belive.

Thank you!

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