The bet was big in the light of history. Mad when he was scared to climb the rope, blue knee when approaching the 110-meter hurdles, shortness of breath in the soft curves and legs on the beam, and hypotonic dislocated my body has never liked sports. Except at the corner of the world.
arms suffered a bit though, the wind was contrary. He had to go down a river, then crossing a lake to arrive on an island where hiding a small castle (no, not one where the King took his mistress on the sly, another).
He lent me a jacket a little closer to him and he often repeated You can stop if you want, and just watch . Just look at water lilies and dragonflies, wild geese take flight, swans solitary, wrinkles water, the sky in flames. But he found me stubborn, because I was recovering faster the paddle to help.
In the only room in the castle, there were candles, matches and a nice card game but we did not play. It should not drag, Johan and Wilma were going to wait for dinner.
For three years already, they had left Holland and the frantic pace at which they led their lives and moved into the house formerly occupied by the sergeant of the village on the edge of the forest, Salbohed, a tiny town with a supermarket , an hour's drive from Stockholm. A point just visible on the map.
They repainted the house all black with a pretty red, they redid all the rooms, placed the beautiful tapestries, furniture chosen warm and sweet and colorful blankets for the winter, when it gets dark at three o'clock in the the afternoon and we have snow up size. The house sergeant became a beautiful Bed and Breakfast where you really feel like home .
Each evening, Wilma proposes to prepare dinner and Johan is the service, ceremony, cheerful and a little shy. The dishes are simple and delicious, a dish of fish, grilled salmon, spaghetti with herbs and fish sauce. Salad and good bread. A cake with blueberries, with those of the garden. In the morning, there are fruits in a crate, juicy pears and fragrant example, apples or tiny.
We stayed three days there, I loved our evenings when, after dessert, they came and sat near us, and as it was nice to tell his life to people that we never meet again and as I also liked listening to them speak Swedish winters, people crossed and elk that they sometimes found at their door.
The morning of our departure, they have embraced the promise of a postcard when I spend my thesis next year.
I do not think we should return to Salbohed but the journey's end, after many vicissitudes, when G. asked me what I do before returning to Stockholm, I said Canoeing and sleep at Johan and Wilma .
The reception was wonderful and she had planned nuts and dried fruits for shipment in a canoe. I loved biting into a piece of coconut and glean a few cranberries. That evening, we dined together, and we talked so long that some candles were fully consummées.
The next day, before leaving, G. picked up his Polaroid (found in a trunk in her mother) and photographing the chess game and the two chairs of the entry. We promised to return in winter, a day to make snowshoes and then go drink a Glogg munching pepparkakor .
If like us you ever decide to travel by car Sweden (green apple), addresses some cheering when you're exhausted from a six-hour ride through the woods when one is excited by the beauty of a place, when to wait an hour before the next tour (required! as outrageous as the audio guides in museums) of a fairy tale castle or just to discuss topics of importance ( should really return this antique next to the park to look for the turquoise vase? ).
-in the main square of Salamanca, we do not expect it at all, but there is a tea rose, gray and white, Rombo Gaarden with a counter that overflows kanelbullar of morotskaka , rolls filled with chocolate and banana cookies with lavender or orange. I keep the memory of a lovely waitress, with a small head to Audrey Hepburn, really happy to say that the vanilla ice cream is homemade and just ensure that selected slices, salmon, for example, are to our liking.
I saw in the half-open door kitchen for us to apply a ball of vanilla ice cream and I was touched by its concentration. Everything was very good, very fresh. And we were not disappointed by the kanelbullar eaten later. It's a nice place to attend, through magazines, draw pictures and talk. And it's also a shop!
to Sigtuna, after the street from the tourist office, you will not fail to stop at Chocolate RC
There was a very blonde girl of which I I envied a moment the polka dot dress, but my attention was quickly diverted by a hot chocolate and a small sandwich too good (I like salted with chocolate, for example, a boiled egg with fingers of ham with sips of my daily delight me Poulain orange).
The kardemmumabullar had a crumb moist as I like (one day I'll tell you how with Super ° ° ° Loukoum I have overcome the brioche dough).
to Uppsala, the city where Bergman spent his childhood vacations, where is Emanuel Swedenborg , there is also the Eko Cafeet , coffee held by a Polish medical student who decided to take a break from his studies (we have a little discussion with him), his brother and a friend who is doing quite well in the kitchen if we are to believe the meatballs tasted this afternoon then with potatoes and a tandoori sauce with yoghurt and herbs.
The atmosphere is extremely casual, the clientele mix boys alone in big glasses on a spree and grandmas come enjoy a big bowl of tomato soup with fresh bread.
Back in Stockholm, there are three places where really, one sighs of pleasure
- Lao Wai an incredible vegetarian Chinese restaurant, which invites to visit its kitchens. I just took a look shy but I loved the show woks boiling and quick hands that émincent chives. The mapo doufu (one of my favorite Chinese dishes, one day so I'll talk about whatever I do, according to a recipe Mengwe ) is absolutely insane. And for dessert, the pandan ice that we were about to devour shone like the eyes of the barmaid, and rightly so.
-road park Carl Milles, stop at Gateau to make chocolate biscuits, a portion of apple pie, a carrot muffin and a small bun. EVERYTHING is good!
-on advice from Julia during a day at Djurgaarden, we have not missed going to lunch Rosendals Trädgaard . That's where I ate the best morotskaka ! Soft, not too spicy, not too sweet, creamy frosting and lemon as needed.
If there had not been such a long queue, I would have taken a second part!
(And I'd well stay longer on vacation)
Salbohed Garden Bed and Breakfast Kopparbergsvägen 40 to Salbohed
Rombo Garden Stora Torget 8 to Sala
RC Chocolate Stora Gatan 49 to Sigtuna
Eko Cafeet Drottninggatan 5 to Uppsala
Lao Wai Luntmakargatan 74 in Stockholm
Gateau Herserudsvägen 1 to Lidingö and other places on the Site
Rosendals Trädgaard Rosendalsterrassen 12 Stockholm
arms suffered a bit though, the wind was contrary. He had to go down a river, then crossing a lake to arrive on an island where hiding a small castle (no, not one where the King took his mistress on the sly, another).
He lent me a jacket a little closer to him and he often repeated You can stop if you want, and just watch . Just look at water lilies and dragonflies, wild geese take flight, swans solitary, wrinkles water, the sky in flames. But he found me stubborn, because I was recovering faster the paddle to help.
In the only room in the castle, there were candles, matches and a nice card game but we did not play. It should not drag, Johan and Wilma were going to wait for dinner.
For three years already, they had left Holland and the frantic pace at which they led their lives and moved into the house formerly occupied by the sergeant of the village on the edge of the forest, Salbohed, a tiny town with a supermarket , an hour's drive from Stockholm. A point just visible on the map.
They repainted the house all black with a pretty red, they redid all the rooms, placed the beautiful tapestries, furniture chosen warm and sweet and colorful blankets for the winter, when it gets dark at three o'clock in the the afternoon and we have snow up size. The house sergeant became a beautiful Bed and Breakfast where you really feel like home .
Each evening, Wilma proposes to prepare dinner and Johan is the service, ceremony, cheerful and a little shy. The dishes are simple and delicious, a dish of fish, grilled salmon, spaghetti with herbs and fish sauce. Salad and good bread. A cake with blueberries, with those of the garden. In the morning, there are fruits in a crate, juicy pears and fragrant example, apples or tiny.
We stayed three days there, I loved our evenings when, after dessert, they came and sat near us, and as it was nice to tell his life to people that we never meet again and as I also liked listening to them speak Swedish winters, people crossed and elk that they sometimes found at their door.
The morning of our departure, they have embraced the promise of a postcard when I spend my thesis next year.
I do not think we should return to Salbohed but the journey's end, after many vicissitudes, when G. asked me what I do before returning to Stockholm, I said Canoeing and sleep at Johan and Wilma .
The reception was wonderful and she had planned nuts and dried fruits for shipment in a canoe. I loved biting into a piece of coconut and glean a few cranberries. That evening, we dined together, and we talked so long that some candles were fully consummées.
The next day, before leaving, G. picked up his Polaroid (found in a trunk in her mother) and photographing the chess game and the two chairs of the entry. We promised to return in winter, a day to make snowshoes and then go drink a Glogg munching pepparkakor .
If like us you ever decide to travel by car Sweden (green apple), addresses some cheering when you're exhausted from a six-hour ride through the woods when one is excited by the beauty of a place, when to wait an hour before the next tour (required! as outrageous as the audio guides in museums) of a fairy tale castle or just to discuss topics of importance ( should really return this antique next to the park to look for the turquoise vase? ).
-in the main square of Salamanca, we do not expect it at all, but there is a tea rose, gray and white, Rombo Gaarden with a counter that overflows kanelbullar of morotskaka , rolls filled with chocolate and banana cookies with lavender or orange. I keep the memory of a lovely waitress, with a small head to Audrey Hepburn, really happy to say that the vanilla ice cream is homemade and just ensure that selected slices, salmon, for example, are to our liking.
I saw in the half-open door kitchen for us to apply a ball of vanilla ice cream and I was touched by its concentration. Everything was very good, very fresh. And we were not disappointed by the kanelbullar eaten later. It's a nice place to attend, through magazines, draw pictures and talk. And it's also a shop!
to Sigtuna, after the street from the tourist office, you will not fail to stop at Chocolate RC
There was a very blonde girl of which I I envied a moment the polka dot dress, but my attention was quickly diverted by a hot chocolate and a small sandwich too good (I like salted with chocolate, for example, a boiled egg with fingers of ham with sips of my daily delight me Poulain orange).
The kardemmumabullar had a crumb moist as I like (one day I'll tell you how with Super ° ° ° Loukoum I have overcome the brioche dough).
to Uppsala, the city where Bergman spent his childhood vacations, where is Emanuel Swedenborg , there is also the Eko Cafeet , coffee held by a Polish medical student who decided to take a break from his studies (we have a little discussion with him), his brother and a friend who is doing quite well in the kitchen if we are to believe the meatballs tasted this afternoon then with potatoes and a tandoori sauce with yoghurt and herbs.
The atmosphere is extremely casual, the clientele mix boys alone in big glasses on a spree and grandmas come enjoy a big bowl of tomato soup with fresh bread. Back in Stockholm, there are three places where really, one sighs of pleasure
- Lao Wai an incredible vegetarian Chinese restaurant, which invites to visit its kitchens. I just took a look shy but I loved the show woks boiling and quick hands that émincent chives. The mapo doufu (one of my favorite Chinese dishes, one day so I'll talk about whatever I do, according to a recipe Mengwe ) is absolutely insane. And for dessert, the pandan ice that we were about to devour shone like the eyes of the barmaid, and rightly so.
-road park Carl Milles, stop at Gateau to make chocolate biscuits, a portion of apple pie, a carrot muffin and a small bun. EVERYTHING is good!
-on advice from Julia during a day at Djurgaarden, we have not missed going to lunch Rosendals Trädgaard . That's where I ate the best morotskaka ! Soft, not too spicy, not too sweet, creamy frosting and lemon as needed.
If there had not been such a long queue, I would have taken a second part!
(And I'd well stay longer on vacation)
Salbohed Garden Bed and Breakfast Kopparbergsvägen 40 to Salbohed
Rombo Garden Stora Torget 8 to Sala
RC Chocolate Stora Gatan 49 to Sigtuna
Eko Cafeet Drottninggatan 5 to Uppsala
Lao Wai Luntmakargatan 74 in Stockholm
Gateau Herserudsvägen 1 to Lidingö and other places on the Site
Rosendals Trädgaard Rosendalsterrassen 12 Stockholm
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