It's Saturday morning and I'm plopped on a trundle bed, bags packed waiting to leave yet another host family. They've treated me so kindly it's difficult to leave. As I stare out the window looking for inspiration I see that the rain is falling steadily and while it looks cold, it's still. Usually the wind here is blowing which makes the temperature feel so much colder than it actually is.
I thought I'd let you know about our farewell party last night. Many of the details I'll have to leave out because they "are not suitable for TV." That's of course an exaggeration but after a few schnapps everyone thinks they're a comedian and life gets interesting. We were treated to a meal of salad with oil and vinegar for dressing, salmon with two sauces to choose from, boiled potatoes (a favorite here in Sweden) and a roast. The meal was terrific. I squished my potatoes a bit and drizzled gravy from the roast over them so it'd be like country mashed potatoes and gravy- oh how I miss them! I had an orange, Fanta-like soda with the meal, I'd already had my coke for the day! We wrapped up the meal with ice cream served with freshly picked blueberries and raspberries from our hosts backyard. Couldn't have been fresher or more delicious!
We then watched a short film about how some Swedish residents migrated to America some years ago. There were extreme periods of famine which forced residents to look elsewhere in order to survive. Many of these residents started families in the U.S. and still have relatives in many of the northern states. What a small world you know!
The night didn't wrap up until just after midnight. I think these last nights we spend with our host families from each city are the most difficult. You feel so much a part of their lives by the end of the week and then you have to be torn away to go join new families. By now I should realize that the next families we are going to visit will love us and take care of us too, but it's hard to think that when you look into the eyes of the people you have already welcomed into your hearts.
OK, 10 minutes until I have to leave the house. I'm going to head out to drag my luggage to the car and then head to the cafe for a quick bite before saying farewell. I hope you have a wonderful weekend. Have some southern cooking for me :)