About Packing and Dinner

I was so tired yesterday, so I didn't write, but I will just have to make up for that now.
So, yesterday mom and I packed our bags, cleaned our rooms and worked out some. I woke up pretty late which was so nice, but then I had a stressful day ahead of me. First, I started packing my bag and worked out for half an hour on the cross trainer and did a total of 75 sit-ups, and then I went back to sleep.
A long nap later we decided to dress up and get to Grandma and grandpa for dinner, where my weakness for vanilla cream pretty much made my calorie count 0-0. Raspberries, vanilla cream and a glass of milk is the perfect dessert for a lazy summers day!
Well, I am to tired to write anymore, so... Nightie, nightie.

No Sushi, No Paella, No Lunch

Okay so maybe this day wasn't as much of a success as I had hoped for...

I did get myself 4 shirts from JC which I love, because all of them are just so comfy and kind of smexy. But, and I write this in bold because its a big but, the cooking class was a disappointment.

First of all, it was not supposed to be a Spanish Food Cooking class, it was supposed to be a Sushi Making Class. That went to the bottom of the sea as mom got an e-mail yesterday saying the Sushi chef was sick. I got real disappointed, but as compensation the company offered a Spanish cooking class the same time and day, and then a Sushi class in August. So, mom and I went up early, dragged our way to Kista Mall to buy clothes and shoes for me, and chocolate and baseball bats for the kids at Johanna's school in India. Then, we parked like 1km away from the place where the cooking class was and had to run to make it to 1 o'clock.

It was just that the teacher didn't arrive until fifteen minutes later. Yay.

And so, as we finally picked our fat, lazy asses up from the stone staircase where we parked our tired bodies while waiting and walked the most tiring stairs ever, I just had time to go to the bathroom and sit down in the office (yes there were no oven's nor sinks or cutting board's) before the teacher announced the class canceled. Apparently she hadn't gotten the money, so she hadn't been able to buy the food for the class. Well, that was just perfect.

With nothing else to do, mom and I took a stroll down to T-Jarlen, a very cheap and pretty nice little store near a subway station, and bought 3 books for 30Kr, a liter smoothie for me to eat as lunch, and a pack of mini carrots to substitute mom's lunch.

Then, we took the car (we have a cute Toyota Prius in wine red) and drove to Martin Olsson, a store where stores shop if that makes sense. To say it simply, you know when you are in the store and you see big packs of everything, or just when you are in any regular American store and your like: "If I by this it will last a year!"?
Yeah well that's what Martin Olsson is like. Big packs, big store.

Mom bought 6kg candy and a big whole wheat bread that weighed like 2kg or something...

So, at the end of the day, the kids in India have allot of candy, I have shoes and shirts, and mom have bread, but none of us have lunch.

This is all the candy we bought for the kids:

3 Days And a Spanish Cooking Class To Go

Hi again :)

Wow... I have probably never been this tired in my life! Its 08:38 in the morning and I really should go up, since mom and I are leaving the house at 09:30. The thing is just that My legs feel like jello (or Zelo kkk) and I'd rather stay in bed and write this post, because its warm a cozy here under my covers.

But, after sending away these few lines I guess I'll just have to go up. I do want to go shopping, cause I need some new shirts, but I do not want to go to the Spanish cooking class!

I was meant to go to a Sushi Cooking class, but the teacher got sick so mom signed us up for a Spanish cooking class instead. Yay....

Sorry all you Spanish people out there, I know you are lovely people, but I don't like your food...

I can't stand Tapas, I don't like smoked ham and I only eat about half the ingredients in a paella.

But, I guess for my moms sake I'll go along and act nice for a while, in a best case scenario I might get a walk out of this misery at least.

Anyways, now its three days left until we leave for Mumbai, tomorrow we gotta pack. I'm starting to get more exited, but that might be because of moms promise that there are lots of people who make clothes on order for basically no money.

I really want to do a Big Bang College Jacket, that Bad Boy/Good Girl cap that GD wore in Bad Boy M/V, and a pair of  pink girl boxers with I <3 Donghae on them...

Hopefully mom's promise was right!

So, now its 08:50 and I really gotta go up and do my makeup, so I'll see you later to tell you how my cooking class went.

BYE!!!!!! :D

Forewords

Hi!

Some of you might be familiar with my earlier travel blogs, under a different user name, all titled "Lets Go Travel!"

These blogs have been a joy writing because they combine four of my five biggest interests. Writing, Traveling, Photographing and Food.

This summer I am not traveling to Tenerife, which is a shame because I really do love El Medano, but this time I am going to India. To tell the whole story I am going to travel through India to some of the biggest cities, most beautiful villages and extraordinary landscapes.

It all started because my sister Johanna, who graduated and turned 19 this summer (which means she is born not even 2 months earlier than SHINee's Taemin), decided to do volunteer work in India, which meant my mom of course wanted to go see her working.

Johanna found a Catholic school outside Chennai that had a connection program with Sweden and half a year after she applied, we went to drop her off at the airport.

Almost two months later my mom and I had to drop my dad off too. He was going to go to Tenerife to windsurf and would join me, mom and Johanna in Chennai 2 weeks later. This was the second time I felt like being left alone, and this time I did cry. I knew I would see both dad and Johanna in two weeks, but I felt like everyone was leaving me and I kept waiting for mom to do the same. Thankfully she didn't.

And so, here I am, four days later and a lot of tears lighter. I'm one Spanish cooking class, one unpacked bag and a trip to Arlanda to pick up mom's friend away from mine and moms girls week in Mumbai.

Let's Go Travel!