Hi, my name is Marissa and I’ve been in Europe for ONE whole
month now. I feel happier saying that then I did 4 days ago when it was my 21
birthdays. I’ve survived 1 month being abroad by myself, with some help from
some of my friends of course. So thank you for every person that has helped me
get through each day. In a little over a month I will be on a plane back to the
states from Rio, which is crazy and a little sad to say. But I also miss you
and the US a little. So it will of course be bitter sweet.
When it comes to traveling, nothing is going to go perfectly
all the time. Most of the time there is going to be something that goes wrong
and frequently you’ve got to smile and make the most of it. Yesterday was kind
of one of those days. I had bought a train ticket to meet my friend, Patrick
and his friend in Forsheda for Midsomer fest. This of course was great news for
me because otherwise I was going to be in Stockholm by myself. That of course
would have been okay, but I was excited to spend some time celebrating the true
midsömer.
So as I sat at the train station yesterday, working on a project, a man came up to
me and said you must be Marissa. “yes sir,” I said. Well your friend Patrick
had a difficult time catching the ferry and won’t be here until 4, so I’m here
to pick you up. "Hahahhahahahahaha" I thought. At that point, I guess, you just assume that this man is harmless and get in the car with him. Only in Sweden can you do that. If
you’re in the US and someone does that run in the other direction....
Anyways so I got in the car. He proceeded to say, "I was at the
hospital last night until 5 am because my son had scarlet fever." Who knew
people could still get scarlet fever anymore???? Not me. Anyways so I walked
into this person’s old renovated church house who had a son with scarlet fever.
Not really the way I had expected to spend my day if I’m being completely
honest with you.
The house is beautiful. They had bought this church and
renovated it to a house. As he told stories of his recreation of this house, I
felt at home. It all sounded like what we had gone through with our signal
mountain house. His was just a little more dramatic. You can feel the proudness
of people who have renovated houses like that. It is like a painting that they
spent 10 years on and they just want to tell you about it and show it to you.
THIS is why I love old eclectic houses. Why would you buy a huge house with no
character when you can renovate a old church and make it something you could of
only imagined. (sorry I have a beef with typical US houses). Attached are some
pictures of their house. And tack (thank you in Swedish) to Beatrice and Yalla
for having me.
We ate and drank for about 5 hours, and the company, hearing the stories and opinions of true Swedes was incredible. But also I need
to work out my stomach is sore from all the food.
So today I’m on a train to Stockholm to travel by myself for
the first time. I’m excited and a little nervous. So fingers crossed. And
fingers crossed I don’t have scarlet fever ;)
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