I decided to stop being lazy and to instead blog about things I do in Sweden that are more exciting than the usual video gameage. Anytime I take photos that document my latest adventure, I will blog to keep you all up to date with the latest, here in Sweden. Thanks for stopping by. If I don't bore you (I promise I'll try not to), feel free to check in to see what Pauline, the family and I, have been up to.
This first post will have more photos than most because it goes all the way back to my last days in Orlando. Enjoy. I love and miss you all! :)
Sincerely,
That American Guy
Pauline and I, painting like mad people. Goodbye my old room!
The street on which Pauline and I live in Goteborg.
Tim had a vendetta against the phone. Looks like the phone lost.
At the Motocross racing in Floda.
Don't worry, Mom. I was ready to roll out of the way, Indiana Jones style.
My first Midsummer began...
Ulrika, Brita och Hakan i Naas.
A real Viking! Sort of.
My neck and the many people celebrating in Naas.
Dancers in traditional Swedish attire, near the Midsummer pole.
Pauline and I, mentally preparing to dance "The Little Frog." (pictures from the dance will be in a later post)
The "fighting" dancers.
More dancing around the Midsummer pole.
Hakan, Ulrika, Pauline, and Brita, escaping the storm to come.
After eating sill and dancing"The Little Frog," I am officially Swede-worthy.
After dinner and some hardcore Yatzi playing, Pauline and I went for a walk.
That middle horse's face makes me laugh.
I guess I can't compare to horse kisses.
Making friends in Sweden despite the language barrier.
Decided to push over a massive tree to show off for Pauline. (not really)
Teaching the Swedes how to punch down trees. (again, not really)
A cool, creepy spot in the woods.
Pauline... in the cool, creepy spot in the woods. (I'm running low on creative captions now)
Me, you know where.
Ghostly Pauline, wandering the woods in Hemsjo.
The street on which Pauline and I live in Goteborg.
Tim had a vendetta against the phone. Looks like the phone lost.
At the Motocross racing in Floda.
Don't worry, Mom. I was ready to roll out of the way, Indiana Jones style.
My first Midsummer began...
Ulrika, Brita och Hakan i Naas.
A real Viking! Sort of.
My neck and the many people celebrating in Naas.
Dancers in traditional Swedish attire, near the Midsummer pole.
Pauline and I, mentally preparing to dance "The Little Frog." (pictures from the dance will be in a later post)
The "fighting" dancers.
More dancing around the Midsummer pole.
Hakan, Ulrika, Pauline, and Brita, escaping the storm to come.
After eating sill and dancing"The Little Frog," I am officially Swede-worthy.
After dinner and some hardcore Yatzi playing, Pauline and I went for a walk.
That middle horse's face makes me laugh.
I guess I can't compare to horse kisses.
Making friends in Sweden despite the language barrier.
Decided to push over a massive tree to show off for Pauline. (not really)
Teaching the Swedes how to punch down trees. (again, not really)
A cool, creepy spot in the woods.
Pauline... in the cool, creepy spot in the woods. (I'm running low on creative captions now)
Me, you know where.
Ghostly Pauline, wandering the woods in Hemsjo.And that does it for this post. I look forward to updating you all again. Tack igen!
That's awesome, Mike! Yay for our Midsummer! It's been the best one this far :D
ReplyDeleteThe "fighting" dancers kinda amuse me. lol
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