Breakfast date

I really don't see as much of my best friend as I would like. It's not our fault though. She's a leader for trekking expeditions in Asia and I'm a PhD student in Sweden. If we are to have real time together, we both have to be in the same country... which makes it difficult from the get go.

In fact, when she turned 25, it had been over two years since we last saw each other (she's now 27). We decided after that big a bout that we would make an effort to hang out at least once a year -and have done it successfully these last couple of years. Now, she's training to climb Everest -as part of the seven peaks thing- and she's here to get a visa stamped on her passport. She's here for five days.

In her hectic timetable, we managed to fit in Sunday brunch. So over waffles, strawberries and black tea we caught up. We laughed, made fun of people that were not necessarily around and talked about boys, life and everything we could fit in about 90 minutes. She's coming back in October, for the whole month, but I won't be here. This means I'll be missing a visit from her and from Alejandro.

-The things one sacrifices for school.

To be fourteen...

After my Sunday morning ritual of reading the paper from cover to cover I decided to do some work. After working, and because my computer was already on, I decided to watch something on surfthechannel.com. I stumbled accross 'my so-called life'. I remember that show from when I was just starting my teen years. In fact, I remember seeing it first on ABC and then on MTv.

Oh, I remember Jordan, Ricky, Angela and RyAnne (although I'm not sure how you spell her name). So I loaded up the first episode and decided to watch. It all came back to me, feeling so out of place, so different, like I had changed so much while still looking the same. I remembered how badly I wanted to be special and shine. I remembered what its like to be a teenager. It was so hard, figuring out the world, what was beyond my family, my friends, and my school.

I have to say it is an amazing show. It spoke to a generation and made its mark within all of us who were lucky enough to see it and it did it in only onse season. My so-called life was an amazing experiment of looking at life through the eyes of the fourteen year old girl we all wish we were.

Canche-news!

Not soon after I posted the infamous 'lagom' blog I got a phone call from Sweden!

Yay! my favorite German called! It was so nice to hear Gerd's voice and to find out he's still going strong in his intent to learn Spanish. So it seems this is turning out to be one of the best sundays I've ever had (only actually catching The Simpsons with Swedish subtitles would make it better).

So, great Sunday: sleeping in, great Sachs article on El Periódico, veggie lasagna (to feed my inner Garfield) and half an hour of great conversation. I miss my sweet German friend!