So that being said, I begin with the tales of today's adventures...
After a night of a terrible headache and very little good sleep I was less than impressed to be awoken by screaming children, but really what is to be expected when of four children the oldest is 8?
We went to a sort of village today with an old castle (though not in the way one might think of one) that outdates our country by over 100 years. On one side of a sort of river is the castle and several large and beautiful houses, and on the other are what were once homes of steel and wood workers (now they have textile displays and little restaurants).
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| This is the main Castle place on in the village. Built in 1620, according to the brochure |
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| Back in the 1600s, this was the larges Iron gate (largest or longest, I'm not sure) in Sweden, or so I'm told |
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| I don't have a clue what this is but it was old and cool |
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| Another view of the main house and the previously mentioned river thing/body of water |
| This is another big fancy house on the property! Rich people lived here, I presume |
There was also a sort of play place for the kids in one of the first buildings. It put McDonald's to shame. Complete with an underground part, tons of levels to the above ground place, and toys that I have never seen before in real life.
I personally enjoyed the giant hamster wheel...
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| The kids just loved to pull themselves up. You pull the chain and the box slowly lifts... as if my magic! |
| All of these animals on the little put put course are made of old things: mufflers, pipes, pliers, even an ax for the flamingo's head |
After we hung out at the village place for a few hours, we drove back into town to visit one of the grocery stores to get candy. I am told it is a tradition that the kids not eat candy during the week, but on Saturdays it's basically a stuff-your-face-fest... I don't know if that is a family tradition or a Swedish tradition... that was never clarified!
| Swedish Fish. Made me think of my brother. |
After spending some time with the Candy-ed up kids, I have reaffirmed the decision that I don't want children for quite a few more years!
| The WALL of candy that exists in just about every store I have been in to both here and in Stockholm |
Then the kids went down the street to play on the playground at the local preschool where Oscar (the 5 year old son) goes to school. I opted to stay behind with Johan and start on dinner (which was AWESOME by the way). I made a salad and dressing, chopped vegetables (yes, they let me use a knife) and helped make something that, though I can't spell it, is pronounced Totziki (its Greek apparently).
Dinner was so good, grilled vegetables, really good pork, salad, the aforementioned totziki (of questionable spelling), and a glass of wine. I have to admit, I'm starting to get a taste for good wine. It will be sad when back in the states I am no longer legal and also, more importantly, can't afford any!
I leave this post with this:
1st: according to twitter there is a man named Fire Penguin Disco Panda.
2nd: In Sweden apparently there is a saying that kids have after dinner. It translates roughly to:
Thanks for dinner,
it was good.
Half the people threw up
and the rest died.































