Daddy and Mummy helping each other with cooking the elk yesterday afternoon! It's very nice to see my parents cooperating so well in the kitchen. Today Kaatje and I took the bus to town (actually it's called Sundsvall but Zoundswall was a more funny way of writing it...). What do you think about the marvelous Nordic light?
Today I went with Kaatje and my Dad to Spikarna to admire the little fisherman's village in winter time. The weather is fresh but rather cold and there's a lot of ice. Along the road there were very many trees fallen in the storm earlier in December.
My good friend Kaatje (Brekekekaatje) are now in Sweden celebrating Christmas with my parents and brother on the little island in the north. I'm very glad to be here! The weather is not very much as expected though. Almost no snow (as you see on the photo we managed to find a little of it but not enough to make a snow man or anything like that), quite a lot of ice and it has even rained. We walk with the help of broddar not to slide. We had some hours in Stockholm on the way here and as you see we enjoyed it very much! I'd better get going now - we are expecting family soon and my Mum wants some help.
I would like to wish you all a very nice Christmas with these photos of my flat just as a sign of gratitude for this luminous place in the heart of Leuven. Remember - these photos are taken today, on the very darkest day of the year! My plants seem to enjoy this place just as much as I am (perhaps even better - because they don't mind the lack of comfort such as the naked walls, the absence of a washing machine and an oven etc) and are budding happily. As you can all see there is the embryo of a sofa in the corner. I'm making it out of pallets from my work (for free!) and mattresses. Very basic but cosy and comfortable. So if you want to come and visit you see there's a bed for you!
...even at 8 am! Which is early for someone born in the north like I am. Well, this beautiful pink view helps me some to get out of bed in the morning. It's particularly hard these days - the very week before the Christmas vacation. My colleagues and I are all weary to our bones. Surviving is the message - living is for another time. Well, at least I managed to find some time to write these lines and also to bake some St Lucy-bread (lussekatter) together at a friend's. Have a deep look into those tired eyes of mine...