When we were still in Palo Alto and were getting ready for the big move I just pictured myself on the sofa in the summer house in Yngsjö. Once I was there I would just relax and not do ANYTHING. Now that we were here, it was very relaxing and neither me nor the kids did a lot the first days. Slept in late, took short walks on the beach, watched Swedish TV (the kids) and took long naps on the sofa (me). All good ways to get the jetlag corrected and adapting slowly to life in Sweden.
After a few days we got the energy to do more things. Like walking the 10 minutes to the minigolf course and buy membership for the summer of 2012. I usually play, and beat, the kids, but this summer I was happy to just join them and keeping the score for them. It was enough for them too, so everyone was happy. This summer they played so well I think I would have been in trouble winning. That's what happens when you are 12 years old and play 1-2 rounds every day for a couple of weeks. We'll see if I can match up with them next year.
Fun to catch up with relatives and friends too. Here we have Mats' parents and sister with family over for dinner. Around the table are clockwise, starting with Nils (who wanted me to post both pictures since he looked so goofy on the right one that I had picked first), cousin Erik, uncle Johan, grandpa Sven, grandma Gertrud, aunt Ulrika, cousin Carl and Alice. Cousin Anna was at a friend's house this evening and missed this dinner, but we saw a lot of her during the rest of the summer because Ulrika & Johan has bought a summer house just a 3 minutes walk from ours. Absolutely perfect. The kids run back and forth as they wish and we can help out with different things at different times. Especially this summer it has been great to have them close if I would have had to leave for the hospital. Besides, they are both medical doctors so in worst case we jokingly said they could have helped me deliver in the summer house. Well, thankfully this did not happen, but it was a good fall back plan.
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