Mood:  chatty

The thing with old people is that they seem to live for coffee even more than we live for our lattes.  Even though it's a two (three if you're going by bus) hour ride you just have to stop for coffee along the way. At the rest stop I see this couple with young kids who stand out somehow. It's not like they're wearing a sign but more of a feeling, and you just know that they're not from around there. They're on their way out of the city for the holidays. Then I feel slightly jealous of them for living in the City and starting to feel nostalgic. Especially after talking to an old acquintance about his adventures in the City. Finally we arrive. Get our tickets and board (with mum stopping to hug the spiky haired oranged tanned band of course). Time for dinner! We're placed with two older (retired) gentlemen and mum spends the entire dinner speaking to one of them while I, and the other man, concentrate on our food. Ouch! I try to eat some but give up, and concentrate on drinking my water. Back to our room to get dressed, or slutty in my case in a desperate attempt to feel cheerful although my tooth seem to be digging it's way half way to China by now. We go back and forth between her band and dancing (her, not me!) and my friend's future husband doing Elvis-ish.

World's smallest Rondabout dogs in Västerås?

Mum's friends on the bus.

Mum's partying all by her lonesome on the bus.

Welcome to Stockholm! (snow!)

Civilisation. At last!

Waiting for our room. With a P2.