2 weeks to talk about with a big trip in between, so sorry if i rush a bit, i don't have so much time as you can see...

- saturday 26: 60s party in our flat, and -strangely enough- 60 people there! so yes, the biggest party in our flat until now, we almost took it to the limit (can it carry more? maybe we can check :P). many people disguised, papel flowers all around, stickers, famous couples game, 60s music... it worked, yes. thank you people for helping us to mantain 516's level!

- sunday 27: the night before didn't finish exactly as supposed, but on the other hand i found good help and a better wake up, so... good anyway :) (and thanks again)
i visited igor that had just arrived, then came back to my flat to clean, and finally a little nap.
at night we had dinner in our flat, but first i had to ask several things... i did, problem solved, and perfect dinner.

- monday 28: working day, but so nice! just the 3 girls, without diego, but anyway we managed (diego, i know you were proud of us!). bit of work, bit of chat, bit of dawson... andat night a long and not pleasant wait, although we finally could do nothing to help, but we were there just in case. the next days we also gave as much support as we could, i hope we were somewhat useful...
and i realised quite clearly something that always happens here, when someone is not right, non of us is either... are we so close that we share even feelings in some way? strange...

- tuesday 29: tutorials in the morning, boring lecture in the afternoon, dinner at igor's in the evening. we ended up playing the hands game and trying to beat diego so that he drank a shot of vodka, but after failing twice we decided not to play more because we were going to finish all under the table before making him drink... but maite did! and we have such a good video :)

- wednesday 30: another sunday! (we have about 4 sundays a week now, haha) sunday morning, sunday lunch... but swedish in the afternoon. we found out that definitely we are just 5 of our level there. and we were just sitting together at the back, as the "rebel corner" just as if we were back in high school... funny, but frustrating. are we ever going to reach the level of the class? i really felt out of place, there is such a big gap between swedish 2 and 3...

after that a long, long night trying to leave everything solved before leaving. and, besides other boring things, i had a very nice moment and a very nice conversation that made me regret that the plane left so early...

--- kiruna trip---
(i know i didn't write about my trips the last term in the end, but i promise to do this time!)

- monday 4: we arrived in the afternoon and first of all we saw a surprise in our mailbox: the teacher had sent us what she should have 2 days before our departure to kiruna, apologising, but still she asked us to prepare it for tuesday... so working afternoon (and night!). boring topic, and sleepy mood, but not so bad, anyway! it's nice to work together, the "family" (but diego is not the father as you might think, guess who is who) haha.
and then laia prepared for all of us such a great dinner... so nice, with coloured tablecloth and napkins, candles, a menu! many dishes, a bunch of food, everything so delicious...
it all began because she offered a dinner for those that put our ass into the frozen lake's water more than twice, but we all did many more times, so... :D thank you laia, amazing.

- tuesday 5: early to school to finish our presentation, and lunch with half of sunbyberg people in our school. we had food enough from laia's dinner so we took it there for everyone, funny meeting. then the seminar/presentation, that was much better than we expected (in fact they told us our presentation was perfect, and not so other groups, this teacher is going to love us, haha). i insist on what i said other times, i just think we spanish people are much more effective! less time and better results :)
and, at night, we could finally sleep, that i needed it since a week before!

- wednesday 6: non of us waked up early, of course. then "sunday" morning-afternoon, as usual, swedish essay, and swedish class. still lost and still difficult, but a bit better though.
at night we organised a dinner in our flat to put all the pictures of the trip together. 17 people finally (all around our wooonderful santa claus' table), nice dinner, a few vodka shots then (igor is taking us to the wild side lately :P) and, just when we were going to see the pictures a bisbal song appeared, people started singing rapturously, so we looked for other tacky songs and kept on singing, dancing and having some more shots in my room... and diego took one! D-day...
things finally calmed down (but we even had a neighbour's and a police's visit -not the first time by the way, but they are so nice always here...) and we stayed watching the pictures laia, victor, lukas and me, and after leaving victor just the three of us. and it was a very special moment, wasn't it?
and after they both left as well, i just found the perfect mood, the perfect moment, and felt as good as i had almost never felt since i came to stockholm... :)

- thursday 7: after a day and a half being paranoid without a founded reason i decided to solve it, what meant wasting almost a whole day for nothing, but...
i arrived to university just on time for our lecture (such a strange guy, he began playing a record of himself telling a kind of story over an improvised music, so imagine the rest), and back home.

- friday 8: we went to school without nothing, and we had a presentation at 1... but we were as effective/productive as always and we prepared something good enough, and even finished on time to have lunch calmly with the others. then our teacher loved our presentation (as always, haha), it raised another long discussion, then we saw a strange serbian film, and came back home.
we were too tired to want to party, but still we "forced" ourselves a bit and went to igor's flat, that he had prepared meatballs. after them came vodka, and more vodka, and then we all went to grand garbo (finally!) and still took more vodka... so imagine.
...no comments on this, so i'll just say that all what we have heard about grand garbo (the disco in front of our building) is true, you have to see it to understand it...

- saturday 9: the least painful of my problems was a twisted ankle, but that made me stay at home all day, being lazy and doing nothing, and i think i really needed it, i hadn't stopped since i came back!
lara and edu, 2 friends of andrea, arrived that day as well (until tuesday), but i didn't see them much that day because they were in stockholm.

- sunday 10: we were supposed to leave to helsinki, but after being all of us doubting for days, at 14.15 we realised it was impossible. but we couldn't leave the people that wanted to go without tickets, so maite and i went with them to the viking terminal, got the tickets in the last minute (as usual!), and then went walking (slowly and with a bit of difficulty because of my foot) to gamla stan to eat some muffins with all the spanish people, quite a lot. then back to sundby.
at night, a big dinner in our flat, and some rounds of mafia... :D

- monday 11: to try not to feel so bad about not going to helsinki, we went to uppsala, igor, maite, diego and me. it was a beautiful sunny day, so we had a very nice walk around. it doesn't take much time to visit the most important places of the city, so we didn't have to hurry. and anyway at 5 we were back home!
dinner, bit of hairdressing... and me getting worse and worse with my throat. it had begun the night before, but it got worse during the day, and at night, it was my worst in the last 2 or 3 years, dizzy, shivering... :'(

- tuesday 12: i woke up as i could and decided to "drug" myself to avoid feeling as bad, and it helped :P we worked a few hours in the proyect, had lunch, went to class to another boring seminar, the pills lost effect, i felt like dying again, came back home, took another one, rested, and went to stockholm.
it was laia's day, so we had dinner in gamla stan and came back. she seemed a bit sad because we were all going home so early, but she didn't know we had 2 other surprises for her! so we went to her room later and had a very nice moment, i know she really liked it, you could see it in her face... but you deserve that and more, laieta!

ps: today's song is just an example of that sometimes the most unexpected thing can make a bigger difference than something worked, or be more effective than pills...

one more week

- saturday 19: i woke just on time to have lunch with andrea, that had prepared a very nice meal for both. so we spent the (day) afternoon at home, watching a movie, talking with people that came around... and at night was maurice's goodbye party. we went a bit late because we were busy at maite's, but then the party was fine. many more people than i expected! in fact we were outside in the corridor for a while, but a policeman came so we had to go in again, and it was pretty crowded... but we were ok :)

- sunday 20: we organised a really good sunday-breakfast, even with pankakes! because we needed energy to go to millesgården, a park-museum in lidingö (north-east of stockholm). we spent half the day there, we saw about 1000 pieces from carl mille's (sculptor) work, we realised that lidingö must be a rich area (such big houses!)...
we came back to sundby, most of us, and we decided to have late lunch/early dinner all together in our flat. and it also was a "sunday meal", staying there talking until nearly 8 pm... and after a short "break", we went to see a film to lukas' flat.
and in between victor came to say hello, he had just arrived :) and anthony had arrived too, though we hadn't seen him yet, but we are all here now!
well, not all exactly, but at least the ones that are supposed to be...

- monday 21: we went to university quite "scared" because they were going to tell us how the rest of our year was going to be like... and it wasn't bad! it seems we're going to work a lot, but i think we can also have a good time. we are only 12 in class (all girls but diego!), and they are all very nice. and we have managed to be andrea, diego, maite and me in the same group, so much easier to take!
after lunch we went to the roma culture centre in the south of stockholm, and we were there about 3 hours talking with some people there. but it wasn't a lecture, we were just sitting around and having a coffee, nice...

- tuesday 22: we had a lecture, and then we went shopping (it's worth going bargain hunting here!). we had dinner near the centre and then to the jam session in gamla stan. we were really a lot of people there, specially from sundbyberg, because it was maurice's last night... half of them left in the middle, but they missed the best part... a swedish girl came on stage with a nykelharpa (see video) and improvised over a blues, and then she started playing a swedish polka and the band little by little found out the chords and started playing, first following her and then improvising as well. it was really amazing, how they did it, how it sounded, everyone's faces...

we came back to sundbyberg singing our national anthemns for maurice (i don't know why he wanted so, but it was really funny), and went to roberto's room to wake him up and sing happy birthday...



- wednesday 23: we met at 7:00 at diego's room to go all together then to maurice's... we went there all together, "petit soleil style", and singing petit soleil in fact! we stayed there a while, eating kanelbullar that jana and diego had prepared, and then we all left... bye bye maurice! :(

back to bed, of course, and then a "sunday lunch" and to our first swedish 3 lesson... all in swedish! what a headache :$ the first half wasn't so bad, i was quite happy because i understood more or less what she was saying, but when we started with exercises and texts, impossible! so i guess we are going to work a lot...
and after that, just dinner and dawson in the chill out corner :)

- thursday 24: lecture in the morning, and in the afternoon we went with our class to visit tensta, a neigbourhood quite near sundbyberg.
we then came back to prepare friday's presentation, and at night we went to sturecompagniet, in the centre, because there was a simple plan party. there was nothing special about them finally, but at least we had an excuse to go out, and the place was really nice...

- friday 25: the presentation had two parts. first we had to show one of our old projects. i explained one from last year and i think they really liked it, they were surprised by the amount of work (but you know, that's what you are expected to do in spain, you can't just pass with a nice model). the second part wasn't so well prepared, but anyway they just liked the discussion we raised, so perfect.
at night, roberto's birthday, with 80 eggs in spanish omelettes :)

history repeating

no no, this has nothing to do with tripping, it just happens every certain time... i know what it is, and i know i can blame no one, probably not even me. i do my best, i swear, is it that the problem? maybe it is...
so, what is worse, never believing or opening your eyes one day to see what you believed in is not true? it's like trying to decide whether is worse dying or not having ever lived.....
[...]

here we are again, then, history repeating. and not once, but several cases and all in the same day. too much "harsh reality" together perhaps... but i've always defended truth, so now i'll carry with it.

zero on the left as we say it here...

every day is sunday!

- btw, there are 3 days left to go to kiruna!
- oh, it's true... but it's strange, if i were in barcelona i would be much more excited, i would probably be thinking about it all the time. but here not, as everything is always so great...
- maybe is like the typical rich people in films, that they just don't appreciate what they have because they have so much...
- but we do appreciate this, it's only that i feel guilty for not being more expectant...

[13:30 in our kitchen, having lunch with the girls,
and just after booking the plane to belgrade :D]

we keep tripping over the same stone

it's strange how certain things keep coming back to our mind and our life. no matter how much time has gone by, and how impervious we have become to everything, there will always remain a gap to slip in. and the bad part is that in those cases we are our worst enemy... we catch ourselves willing what we can't, trying what we actually don't want, and ignoring what we really care about.
and we can do nothing about it, but trying to make these states of insanity as short as possible...

svealand trip

i talked about it in the last post, but i'll leave some photos here...

örebro, the castle

örebro, the old city

(empty) falun

falun

our cabins

mora

mora

siljan lake - mora

(over) siljan lake

mora

group picture!

siljan lake - rättvik

siljan lake - rättvik

siljan lake

siljan lake - rättvik

siljan lake - rättvik

siljan lake - rättvik

:)

the first 10 days

- wednesday 9: i went to the airport at 8.30 without sleeping in the whole night. but i was lucky and they upgraded me to business class (a long story), so i could go into the vip lounge, have breakfast, take a nap, and then during the flight i could sleep quite comfortably, eat, and so on. so better flight than what i expected.
i was going to meet andrea and maite in t-centralen but i was by chance on the same flygbuss that the other catalan people from sundby, so we arrived all together home.
and once in my flat, surprise surprise... an invasion of cockroaches! andrea had done a lot cleaning everything with bleach (she is much braver than me, i couldn't even go into the kitchen knowing that one might come out), but there were still many. so we went to have dinner in maite's flat. we talked a lot about christmas and so on, and then straight to bed, not so late because we really needed to sleep.

- thursday 10: we woke up really early to go to talk with the housekeepers about the cockroaches (in spain you could buy yourself something to kill them, but not here because they are not common), and they called someone to come the next day.
we then went to school, we had a presentation, but we finished early enough to go to gamla stan for a walk and a chocolate cake :D. we came back to tekniska högskolan, had lunch in a really nice cafe, and then to class.
later, on the way to sundby we stopped to see some shops around st.eriksplan (and we discovered it's a really interesting area to be explored), and then back home.
dinner again in maite's, and then we visited lukas and met his new flatmate, lufy, from hong kong.

- friday 11: we all went to kungstradgarden to skate, both sundby and tyresö people, and then the architects we went to have lunch at school. and we decided there to go on a weekend trip (we started mentioning it the night before), as we were quite alone in stockholm because the engineers haven't come yet, so they went to class and i came home to organise everything.
we rented 3 cars, and we took 2 of them to sundby (so we used the chance to go to lidl to buy things for 3 months! you should have seen us with the laundry trolleys to carry everything, haha).

- saturday 12: we met at 6.15 in sundby. we were 15 people, 9 from sundby, 3 from tyresö, 3 from lappis. and we had 3 ford fiesta, 3 great drivers (thanks diego, laia and jose!) and a "drunk" gps that worked when it wanted...
the trip was around svealand, so we started going to örebro. we arrived just when the first bakeries were opening, so we could have a nice breakfast, and then a tour around the city. it was a pity that it was raining, so we got really wet and cold, but the city was very nice.
we continued going to falun, we ate something there, bought what we needed for dinner, and had a little walk around the -empty- centre. and then straight to mora, where we were going to sleep in some cabins in a camping. the road since before even reaching falun was completely covered with snow, and after snowing the whole afternoon, imagine how our camping was... so as soon as we went out of the cars we started a snowball fight!
we then cooked dinner, talked, listened to alberto playing the guitar, and went to sleep.

- sunday 13: we had such a sunny day... it was still very cold, but it was all beautiful. after leaving the cabins we first went to visit mora, the centre and a walk along the lake shore... and over the frozen lake!
then we went to rättvik, on the other side of the siljan lake, and we also walked beside and over the lake there. we had lunch, watched the sunset, and back to the cars towards uppsala.
it was sunday, at night, and cold, so the city was quite empty, but we still had a very nice walk around guided by alvaro :)
and when we thought the day was over, we arrived to sundbyberg and we couldn't go into the building because there was a fire! all the firemen around, the police, a couple crying, smoke coming out from a window of the first floor... we were there about half an hour, and then finally we arrived home!

- monday 14: i didn't go to school, i just stayed here finishing some stuff. and at night we had dinner at maite's flat, all the people from the trip and 5 more, so we were quite a lot...

- tuesday 15: we went to skate to kungstradgarden again, to eat at school and back home. and we were planning to go to the jam session, but we ended up in 516 having odd conversations and "experimenting with desserts"... funny night, yes.

- wednesday 16: we tried sundbyberg's ice rink, and it was great! really big, indoor, and we were alone! so we stayed there for almost 3 hours. we had lunch, rested, watched a movie... just as a sunday afternoon! and at night we had dinner at laia's place.

- thursday 17: we had lunch at school, with a "swedish surprise" at the end just to make me nervous :P, and sounds strange but i did go to class! the first half we were sleeping, and the second half finishing a proyect from another subject, haha. after that we went shopping for a while, and then we came back to have dinner at lukas' flat. and around 10 some other people started coming because it was christoph's last night so we organised a small party. some new people came as well, and they seem very nice, but it was very strange... they've come with so much energy, just as we did in august, excited about so many new things... and it was catching, we sometimes felt the same, happy meeting this new people, but in just two seconds we could turn to sadness because of goodbyes. and then happy again, and...
saying goodbye to christoph wasn't easy either, i feel one of the best people i've met in sweden has left. when he was going to leave i gave him my muse poster (i took it from the street before going to the concert in october, and i was going to keep it, but i thought he might like to have it...), a big hug, and... gone :(

- friday 18: i woke up just to go to university, because we went to sleep quite late the night before. we finished our proyect and went to södermalm to eat the best muffins in stockholm :) so after that we needed to walk up to t-centralen to try not to feel so full!
we met later at roberto's flat to have some drinks before going to the city. we first tried a place in hötorget, but we ended up in patricia, the boat-disco in slussen. maybe it's not the most glamorous place in stockholm, but it's nice enough, and we really had fun.
and it was nice to see how being less people here is making us get together. people with whom we just met in big parties might start to get closer...

excuse my english!

ya me habían avisado de esto, que mucha gente a mitad del erasmus cambia al inglés para que los amigos de aquí puedan entenderlo también. y yo voy a intentarlo! no se si duraré mucho porque soy la primera a la que le supone un esfuerzo extra, pero bueno, de momento sí.
aunque tendreis que disculparme si meto la pata, que tampoco puedo estar revisando todo lo que escribo o me llevaría la vida! (que bastante me lleva ya...)
pero si a alguien le parece mal, que me lo diga, que a fin y al cabo la mayoría de lo que escribo es para vosotros (y estabais aquí antes!). así que si preferís que vuelva al español, dicho y hecho...

it's a new dawn, it's a new day

strange, one week here and still feeling strange. it seems as if this wasn't normal life yet, all provisional, still waiting for everything to begin and everyone to come... and it's quite like that, some more people have to come, but not so many.

but every time we are all together, we feel as if we were waiting for someone else to knock on the door and come in. in fact, most days we are no more than 9! (from the sundby people that we used to be together) compare with the last dinner we organised, that we had to split into two groups because we couldn't fit all in one room...

i know we'll meet more people, and we'll start doing the same things and feeling the same way as before christmas, but right now there are so many empty spaces...
we don't go to 907 (not yet at least), and if we go to 507 we don't say "at richard's" anymore. "susana and ivo's" has become "the two chinese", we have no portuguese saying bad words in spanish, no dutch ignoring our bad jokes, and if we are going to organise something i can't send a message to all my sundbyberg's contacts as i used to.

i miss you people, and i'm not the only one. i hope you manage to come back some days these months, you know you have a place here...

haciendo un esfuerzo de memoria...

(debería haber escrito esto mucho antes, pero bueno, mejor tarde que nunca... sigo por donde lo dejé)

- lunes 10: el último día que escribí sobre mis "andanzas" no tenía ni idea de cuánto iba a pasar en unas horas, y cómo iban a cambiar las cosas...
lo dejé currando para una entrega, no? pues esa noche cenamos todos juntos, ya que era la última noche de los amigos de andrea, y cuando se fueron a dormir nosotras nos fuimos un momento a casa de reda y a la de victor, que estaban con gente y les habíamos prometido visita a los dos, y volvimos a casa, yo en mi caso a currar, tan convencida. no había pasado media hora y aparecen reda, igor y jordi armando un escándalo tremendo y diciendo que teníamos que ir con ellos, que quedaban 4 días. les dije que se fuesen, que estos estaban durmiendo y yo currando, pero andrea y una amiga se fueron con ellos (ya habían "secuestrado" a laia tambien antes). 10 minutos después me dio un fallo el rhinoceros, me desesperé y viendo que o me distraía o tiraba el ordenador por la ventana, decidí ir a buscar a estos. cuando les encontré habían pasado ya por casa de anthony y cogido su guitarra, y estaban en casa de alberto con su guitarra también, cantando "petit soleil", una cancioncilla chorra que compusieron los franceses. así que allá que empezamos, unos cuantos chalados, 2 guitarras, y recopilando gente. el sistema era: llamar a la puerta hasta que nos abrían, entrar todos hasta el fondo, cantar la canción a voces, y a por la siguiente "victima". increíble, un cachondeo... nos encontramos de todo, algunos estaban despiertos, a otros les sacamos de la cama, o incluso se la montamos alrededor de ellos metidos en la cama (para luego sacarlos, que se venía todo el mundo a la siguiente habitación), vimos pijamas, calzoncillos, habitaciones ordenadas, otras no tanto, vecinos simpáticos, o cabreados amenazando con llamar a la policía... pero como eran 5 minutillos en cada cuarto, y fue por todo el edificio, no podían decir que había fiesta en ningun lado, por mucho escándalo que montáramos! al final acabamos unos 30 a las 3 de la mañana. una de las mejores noches, un tanto surrealista, producto de ese sentimiento de ultimos dias...

el caso es que cuando volví seguí currando. y me estuve desesperando hasta las 9.30 de la mañana, que se levantó andrea, le dije que dejaba el proyecto y me fui a dormir. llevaba más de una semana pensando dejarlo, y había decidido seguir, pero ya no más. no me gustaba el proyecto desde el principio, pero me costó bastante abandonar. aunque una vez decidido, los días siguientes me alegré tantas veces...

- martes 11: me levanté a eso de la 1, preparé todo y nos fuimos que teníamos reservada otra viking line gratis, esta vez a helsinki, 2 noches y pasando el día de en medio allí :D
fuimos sólo 9 porque estaba todo el mundo de exámenes o entregas, pero estuvo genial igualmente.
la primera noche, lo típico, una vuelta por el barco, comprar, unos bocatas en el camarote (y mientras los alemanes estudiando un rato en otro camarote, esto si que era nuevo!), unas copillas, y al karaoke. aunque suerte que se había acabado, y gracias a eso vimos a un tipo que estaba tocando la guitarra y cantando en uno de los bares del barco. estuvo muy bien. de ahi al sitio de los espectáculos, que estaba tocando una banda y estuvimos bailando con todos los "abuelillos" :P, y luego ya a la discoteca. por ahí en medio habíamos ido al smoking room de la 2ª planta y habíamos conocido a unos finlandeses, y luego estuvimos a ratos con ellos, aunque llevaban una... y lo típico, de un lado para otro, entrar, salir, hablar un rato (charla pseudo-tierna incluída), volver... y a dormir. que como éramos 3 en cada camarote, y yo era la única chica, me quedé con una tarjeta de cada uno y tenía la coña de a ver dónde acababa durmiendo... :P

- miércoles 12: bajamos en helsinki y hacía un sol como no habíamos visto en 20 días, estábamos encantados, aunque hacía bastante frío, pero bueno. dimos una vuelta por la ciudad, buena parte del tour en busca de restaurante :P (fuimos a restaurantes que venían en la lonely planet, pero no pudimos comer en los 2 primeros que fuimos, y así yendo de uno a otro visitamos varias cosas por el camino...). nos faltó alguna cosilla por ver, pero no mucho, yo con lonely en mano y haciendo de guía :D
volvimos al barco y lo primero fue una siesta. nos levantamos a comer algo y al karaoke, a ver como los chicos destrozaban "livin la vida loca", que sin una gota de alcohol el karaoke no es lo mismo, jeje. y así seguí toda la noche, sin una gota. y curioso, sí, toda una experiencia... la de cosas que te encuentras en una viking con otros ojos! hicimos más o menos el mismo recorrido que la noche anterior, camarote - show - discoteca, pero sin ir y venir tantas veces de todas partes. cuando cerraron todo acabamos en el smoking room con otros finlandeses, de los que al final se quedó sólo uno y acabó echándonos de lo que hablaba, madre mía... era majo, sí, pero para un rato, aunque nos contó bastantes cosas interesantes, eso sí. de ahí al "afterhour" en el camarote, que acabó reduciendose a acabar con las existencias de pan y embutido, y a dormir.

- jueves 13: bajamos del barco y algunos se fueron directamente a dormir, aunque yo estuve haciendo cosas por casa y luego salimos todos porque era el día de santa lucía, que aquí es muy importante. aunque los suecos son sosos hasta para eso, ni punto de comparación lo que organizaron ellos con lo que te puedes encontrar en cualquier cabalgata o fiesta por españa, pero bueno, sutil y elegante, eso sí. y nos gustó todo mucho...
primero pasa la lucía de este año (la eligen cada año, debe ser algo así como una miss) que va con una corona de velas, y con todas sus acompañantes en una carroza tirada por caballos. pero van rápido, no se las puede seguir. así que fuimos de ahí directamente al final, a skansen, que es donde llegan, y hacían como un espectáculo allí. estaban el coro de las lucias estas, otro coro más grande, y uno de niños pequeños con cucuruchos en la cabeza, gracioso. y una presentadora y otra cantante con una guitarra. y ahí que estuvieron cantando cosillas los unos y los otros y acabaron con unos fueguillos artificiales. no fue gran cosa, ya digo, pero la situación, el sitio (con unas vistas increíbles de estocolmo), la música... era sobrecogedor, a mi me encantó.
de ahí bajamos a gamla stan, al mercadillo de navidad de stortorget y a probar el glögg (una bebida típica de navidad, a base de vino con hierbas, caliente). y nos encontramos con un grupo enorme de moteros con millones de lucecitas y adornos de navidad (ellos y las motos, muy gracioso). luego un paseo hasta t-centralen, y a casa.
empezamos a organizar una cena en el pasillo de la 2ª planta :P, porque éramos muchos, pero se echaron atrás unos cuantos y al final fuimos a cenar a casa de roberto. cenita, unas cartas, y a dormir, que falta hacía ya!

- viernes 14: por la noche fue la última fiesta en nymble. no había mucha gente porque era aún época de exámenes, pero de sundby fuimos un grupo decente. y allí nos juntamos un rato con los de tyresö, aunque se fueron pronto. estuvieron proyectando fotos de las cosas que ha organizado la asociación de estudiantes estos meses y fue genial, recordar los primeros días... luego llegaron otros dos grupos de sundby, de los que a veces vienen con nosotros pero no siempre, así que nos juntamos todos, y éramos un grupo enorme de sundby, casi un cuarto de los que estábamos en nymble!
cuando se acabó volvimos juntos y fuimos a casa de victor, aunque no mucho rato, y luego pensaba quedarme con laia pero nos desperdigamos todos, así que volví a casa sin ninguna gana de irme a dormir. y al final encontré una larga charla del todo inesperada y agradable...

- sábado 15: empezamos el día con la posibilidad de 3 noticiones, aquí andrea y yo emocionadas, aunque al final quedó todo en nada, o al menos nada confirmado... no recuerdo ahora qué hicimos todo el día, pero por la noche fuimos a casa de lukas que nos invitó a dulces y a glögg, cual fiesta navideña. hubo quien luego se fue al grand garbo, pero la mitad nos quedamos allí en la 507.

- domingo 16: hice de mamá por un día, como andrea estaba agobiada recogí todo por casa, y preparé comida super casera para ella y para laia que también iba fatal de tiempo. por la tarde nos fuimos un montón de gente de sundby a patinar, unas dos horas o incluso más. ya un pelín más segura (que no mucho!), e incluso empecé a intentar aprender alguna cosa más, ir para atrás y demás, pero no hay manera... y ya cuando nos íbamos, y estando parada, no sé qué hice que me caí (por primera vez)! lo malo fue que me retorcí la pierna, así que cuando fui a levantarme ví que no podía y me fui gateando hasta la barandilla, fue muy cómico. allí estuve un ratín hasta que me dejó de doler y ya nos fuimos. luego un par de días con la rodilla y el tobillo resentidos, pero ya está.
por la noche era la fiesta de despedida de laia (vamos, de ella con los que ya no vuelven, que ella si que está aquí en enero). cenamos todos en casa de victor, tuvimos doble recital de guitarra, de alberto y de anthony, así que se nos cayó la baba del todo, laia echó sus lagrimitas de rigor, y estuvimos con ella hasta que acabó de recoger y se fue, a eso de las 3 de la mañana.

- lunes 17: queríamos despedirnos de la ciudad, así que fuimos a dar una vuelta al centro (por la noche). coincidimos roel y yo sin hablarlo en que queríamos ir a un festival de bandas que había en el debaser, que yo además conocía a uno de una de las bandas que tocaban, un sueco de arquitectura, así que para allá fuimos. la mitad de los grupos no fueron lo que esperábamos, pero al menos nos reímos un montón. volvimos a sundby y fuimos a casa de reda un rato. y de ahí a dormir.

- martes 18: tuve que ir a primera hora a hablar con la encargada de los cursos de idiomas para que me apuntase a sueco 3, que no me habían dado grupo, y me hizo mantener toda la conversación en sueco! sueco chapucero y con mil errores, pero conseguí hacerme entender, y yo me enteré también, así que salí orgullosa!
luego me fui a comprar un par de cosas hasta las 12 que había quedado con richard, martin e igor para ir al cementerio de asplund (es patrimonio de la humanidad o algo así, muy bonito). hacía un día sorprendentemente soleado, el primero en 20 días quizás, aunque sol de amanecer, que incluso a mediodía estaba tan bajo que casi siempre quedaba detrás de los árboles o de lo que fuese... pero eso sí, de -5ºc no pasamos. dimos una vuelta por allí, nos arriesgamos a pasar por un lago helado, y volvimos al centro a comer en gamla stan. fuimos a un sitio muy chulo como una cueva, y después de comer dimos un paseo por allí y ya sí, a casa, que estos tenían que estudiar.
pero fue genial, el mismo grupo del principio (salvo diego, secuestrado por la arquitectura...), pero en una situación tan distinta... estuvimos recordando los primeros días, y comparando con la confianza de ahora, y todo lo que había pasado en medio. y tan a gusto, intentando alargar lo más posible el volver a casa...
por la noche fiesta en casa de susana. mucha gente, muy buen rollo... lo más destacable, que parecía que llevaba un tiempo sin estar largo rato y bien con igor, y esa noche nos pasamos la mitad del tiempo juntos pero cual marujos, jaja, una larga conversación y estrategias varias... :P y aunque no tuviese que ver con nosotros, yo por mi parte me encantó esa complicidad.

- miércoles 19: recoger, hacer maleta, comprar ultimas cosas, preparar un detalle, y la casa para la fiesta. unas compras con alberto, estos hicieron la cena -de restos- en mi casa, y después poco a poco empezó a llegar gente. era día complicado para hacer fiesta de despedida en casa, porque algunos seguían de exámenes, pero no teníamos otro. así que al principio tranquilos, en la cocina, hablando, tomando algo... algunos de vez en cuando pasaban a mi cuarto (la "pista"), pero poco. hasta que llegaron los que habían estado cenando en casa de las francesas, que vinieron de golpe y con una borrachera fina, así que se convirtió la cosa en fiestón en un momento.
mi despedida más "temida", la de martin, fue la primera, así que fue algo raro, un abrazo y tener que volverme a la fiesta y sonreir, así que ni me enteré. luego los holandeses, ivo, roel... richard dijo que nos acompañaría al bus del aeropuerto, así que bien (aunque luego sí, un abrazo de esos en los que no hace falta decir nada porque se siente...). la fiesta se fue apagando y quedamos unos cuantos viendo fotos del principio, y ya cada uno a su casa. manuel... no pensaba que iba a ser tan difícil despedirme de él, pero lo fue, al fin y al cabo a lo tonto hemos compartido muchas cosas...
igor se quedó un rato más cuando se fueron todos, esperando a que volviese andrea a por sus cosas, que se iban ella y maite a las 5, y reda e igor las llevaban en coche. y cuando se marcharon yo me fui a casa de martin la hora y media que quedaba, que sabía que no se iba a enfadar por despertarle. estuvimos recordando tantas cosas que ese rato se me pasó como 10 minutos, pero esta vez al menos al irme asimilé que era una despedida. y una vez en casa, cuando se me iba a empezar a caer todo encima porque estaba sola, llegó igor del aeropuerto y se quedó conmigo.
y por lo visto esta sensación de no poder estar solo fue generalizada, porque después me contó lo mismo más gente...



y recoger, limpiar, la música a tope (gracias a mis queridos nuevos altavoces, que pones esto en madrid y los vecinos llaman a la policía, pero aquí los pones a tope en las fiestas y demás y sin problema, viva el aislamiento sueco), que efectivamente acabé escuchando trains, como me imaginaba, coger todo y al bus.

ibamos diego, richard, igor, roel y yo. y cuando estábamos allí llamó martin que salía de su examen y venía. así que cerramos el ciclo igual que empezamos, los 5 (más roel). dificil, triste, emotivo... pero perfecto, no se me ocurre una manera mejor.