THE MOVE 7!

The move 7 Animal encounters and time-travel I will not start with complaining about how hard it is to travel around the world and dance, oh buhu poor me, NO I will just say that there are some downsides too. First of all I have been pee:ed and poo:ed on. Luckely it was just a cat (peeing in my suitcase in Germany) and a little bird (on my shoulder and leg when I was reading in the sun in New zealand). But lets just say I ”got even” with animals in general: you can ask me if you want the full story and it contains a hedgehog, a ball, a kick and and a missunderstanding. Other bad things about travel is time zones. Why can´t we just have one time all around the world? Oh buhu ”but then some countries will have dark days and bright nights”! Oh buhu: WELCOME TO SWEDEN!! That is what we have to deal with half the year anyway, so whats the problem?! I am a bit frustrated because we travelled from NZ (12 hours ”off” from sweden) and then to perth (-5 hours) and then now we´re in sydney (+3 hours). So when we arrived at 7 pm (sydney-time) I felt hungry for lunch, but had dinner and when we went to bed at midnight I fell asleep around 3 am (obviously, who can sleep before 1 am? (except mr Znorry Lundmark who can sleep at any hour of the day (even after drinking coffee!))). But I at least set an alarm for 10.30am because we were supposed to be picked up at noon to go for some sightseeing. Ususally Mattias always gets up before me but this morning he just would not wake up and even though I was so tired I stressed around making breakfast and getting ready. When my clock was 11.50am Mattias was still sitting, undressed, eating breakfast. So I put my shoes on and gave him the ”oh-you´re-gonna-be-in-trouble-cause-you´re-soooo-late”-look and he just smiles back. So I said out loud what my look previoulsy said, and he answers: ”but it is just 10.50, my little stressed sweetie?” Grrrrr. I hate time-zones. The great day continued in the same feeling when our friend who was taking us out accidently locked our door without having the right key. So we had to get a locksmith. But after that the ”dancer-around-the-world”-life got better; we had the best carrotcake ever for lunch and fresh mangos and went to bondi-beach and slept in the sun and swam in cristall-blue water. And I walked across harbour bridge! Together with 3 lindy-friends I walked/climbed over a 140 meters high steel-arc, looking over the entire city and offcourse the astonishing opera-house, where me and Mattias had a ice-cold beer-spritzer in the sun. So life is still ok I guess. I saw my family, via skype- the best invention ever!, and it was great. Thank you my sweet family for being there for us. For you who wonders about my dad and nephew are both doing fine. My dad is still recovering and my sisters son has a thing around his neck that is blue and metallic and it makes him look a bit like a cute transformers. For Erik I have message-hugs from Tara, from Perth, and to Jonas Nermyr she says: ”you are a terrible best friend” (he would understand she said). We look forward to learn more about the sydney swing-scene soon and we´re going out dancing every night starting Thursday!! Love the life you live and live the life you love! /Hannabanana