I’m a sarong-addict. I just never seem to get enough.. I love the colors, I love all the women all over the world who walk around the beaches, working hard in the sun. I love to stop them, talk to them, make them laugh and buy one or two of their nice sarongs. Here’s a
We’re back in Malmö, back in school. Sorry for the silence here on the blog. It’s been overwhelming, in a good way. I’ve longed to blog again, just haven’t had the time. We’re in love with this city, again. Just like last year this time of the year. It’s the contrast that’s makes life interesting. Coming straight from
There’s something special with summer surf here in Sweden. It’s the weird feeling of not freezing your ass off when taking off your wetsuit. Happens very rarely. Petter and I went out for some surf together, just me and him. Also quite rarely for this time of the year. Our peak season for surfing together
We are blessed with some sun in this part of the world, for like three months of the year. I can’t find any stats of exactly how many hours of sun we have got but anyway, Petter looked in to solar energy and decided it sounded like a good option for our little cabin. He
We drove to Helsingborg to pick up more good friends and shop some of the last stuff we needed to complete both the cabin and our other project: Farmers Market Torekov. More of that in another post. Ida and Robin! We tried to boil potatoes on the grill. Didn’t work that good.. My family came
I promised I’d show you what we have been up to lately. Among other things we have been working on this 17m2 small cabin. This little project we started in mid June and “finished” two weeks later, just in time for high season at the restaurant we’re both working on. I guess you could say
This gray, long winter really knows how to make me depressed. “Still I am not from Barcelona, I am not even from Madrid. I am a native of the North Pole And that can mess up any kid.” Like The Tallest Man on Earth sings. When you feel like a messed up kid go buy yourself
In the last post we wrote that it’s pretty nice to pyssla from time to time. But what is that now again? For us, it’s a way to let some creativity loose. Making things. Changing things. Interpreting. Creating. Here’s a few photos from some “pyssel”. Lotta, our swedish friend based in upstate New York said that
Spending the last four Januarys, Februarys, Marchs and Aprils on different latitudes than the nordic ones. I had forgot the feeling of happiness the depressed nordic soul feels when the light is changing. From dark days to bright days. The smell of spring in the air, the sound of skateboards, horny cats and the struggle
