Panasonic for Life
One would probably not be exaggerating if one were to say that the past five days has been the most eventful ones in the life of 'Anna the Boat'. There's been crazy nights & disasterous days, sunbathing, crossword puzzles, redecoration, spartan cooking, theft, some good & a hell of a lot of bad ideas, covering up, Anchovies Olives, Polish cousins, early morning bathroom needs, IKEA-questing, crazy hairy scahmpoo-stealing fast talking too-close-standing shower ladies, minor accidents, litterary running from Italian guys, towel losing, ghost finding, expected blonde invasions from the countryside & near death experiences due to lack of common sense. Let's just say we brought the party & it's here to stay.
So far we've learned:
- that we're not in Sweden just because it smells like it.
- quite a few of the many usages of water bottles.
- in this country, the three little words 'We speak English' mean nothing at all.
- that living on a boat makes you sea sick on dry land.
- how much we've been underestimating the intruiging minds of sea folk: Anyone naming their boat 'Gay Ola', 'Snoopy III', 'Fish Buddy' or 'Hard2Please' is, per definition, interesting.
- that our bad luck affects even hich tech cyber café systems.
- that drowning electricity tends to be unwilling to cooperate.
- that Taylor Hanson's killer looks stay unaffected through all elements.
- that standing straight should be, but aren't always, a human right.
& that it takes quite a lot to sink even the smallest boat.
We´ve also managed to forget the official language of a small northern counry known as Sweden.
We've also found our little family already much increased in numbers. We are now happy parents of Zara the Sopa, Jonte the Plant, Signe the swimming carpet, the boat ghost & Mr Kaffe.
& so we´re feeling surprisingly at home in this strange place where 4 apples cost you 2€ and 36 drinks cost you nothing, the amazing concept of a Butcher's Shop / Café is actually successful, it doesn't seem to matter that you tell strangers that you don't speak Spanish / stops to even answer them back - they can keep a conversation going for hours, it costs 4€ to sit down on the beach, guys whistle at you even at your ugliest, not a single restaurant can be persuaded to serve you any kind of food between the hours of four & half past eight, clubs open at 3 AM & closes at 7 & the sink needs to be emptied by hand.
Actually we're just relieved that Mr J stays unaware of what's going on on his precious Anna af Herrvik, kajplats 1318, Port Olímpic, Barcelona, Spain. 'Cause what happens on the Boat stays on the Boat.
So far we've learned:
- that we're not in Sweden just because it smells like it.
- quite a few of the many usages of water bottles.
- in this country, the three little words 'We speak English' mean nothing at all.
- that living on a boat makes you sea sick on dry land.
- how much we've been underestimating the intruiging minds of sea folk: Anyone naming their boat 'Gay Ola', 'Snoopy III', 'Fish Buddy' or 'Hard2Please' is, per definition, interesting.
- that our bad luck affects even hich tech cyber café systems.
- that drowning electricity tends to be unwilling to cooperate.
- that Taylor Hanson's killer looks stay unaffected through all elements.
- that standing straight should be, but aren't always, a human right.
& that it takes quite a lot to sink even the smallest boat.
We´ve also managed to forget the official language of a small northern counry known as Sweden.
We've also found our little family already much increased in numbers. We are now happy parents of Zara the Sopa, Jonte the Plant, Signe the swimming carpet, the boat ghost & Mr Kaffe.
& so we´re feeling surprisingly at home in this strange place where 4 apples cost you 2€ and 36 drinks cost you nothing, the amazing concept of a Butcher's Shop / Café is actually successful, it doesn't seem to matter that you tell strangers that you don't speak Spanish / stops to even answer them back - they can keep a conversation going for hours, it costs 4€ to sit down on the beach, guys whistle at you even at your ugliest, not a single restaurant can be persuaded to serve you any kind of food between the hours of four & half past eight, clubs open at 3 AM & closes at 7 & the sink needs to be emptied by hand.
Actually we're just relieved that Mr J stays unaware of what's going on on his precious Anna af Herrvik, kajplats 1318, Port Olímpic, Barcelona, Spain. 'Cause what happens on the Boat stays on the Boat.
posted by Dorothy Lux at 4:50 PM
4 Comments:
Sounds like you are having fun! Hope Mr J doesn´t have your blogadress.
Mum
J says, that he will be in Barcelona on Saterday and cheek the boat.
lovely ladies...i've been drooling over cheap ticket prices to barcelona...i'm so close to be able to snatch me a pair...just have to come up with the minutos y walla! estoy alli bebe!!!
We'll do our best.
<3
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