I'm back!

Came home late Friday evening and have since then only enjoyed the company of my close family. Okey.. I had to check my e-mail too.. and play a little racing game (FlatOut) and write some stuff to some of my Swedish friends and read the news and then play some other games, but aside from that I haven't touched the computer. Honest. Cross my heart.

I want to move to Germany. Not only because I have a lot of relatives there but also because they live in a place where living is absolutely fabulous in terms of nice flats and houses! Not to mention the municipality itself lies at the edge of the Baltic Sea, in Lübeck Bay. It has an 8 kilometre white beach with one of Germany's longest bathing bridges.

However, that's not the main reasons for me to contemplate immigration to another country. No, it's the food... I love german food. But, as I told my uncle, if I really was to move to Germany, I would most probably eat myself to death.


So... how was my trip to Germany? Aside the food, which really was fantastic, it was a nice little vacation away from wife and kids. Seeing my cousins was great fun, especially since I haven't met some of them since the early seventies. It was also great to see all those places I haven't seen since the mid-eighties when we were there on a very short visit at my Grandmother's new house. And as usual the weather was just great.

I also learned that in Germany men have a black tie on funerals, not white as in Sweden. Even though we all met for a sad occasion, we were soon laughing and giggling. I think my auntie would have been pleased, seeing that we laughed a lot more than we were crying. She was one happy lady, with a few screws loose and somewhat eccentric and very, very lively. We have a Swedish word; levnadsglad, which literally means; happy to live, happy in life. It describes her perfectly.

Anyway, my two youngest cousins, 45 and 43 year old females, were so happy to see me, they cried. The youngest of them hugged me and touched me as if she just couldn't beleive I really was there, in the flesh. And it just blew me away how kind life had been to them in terms of good looks. Both of them, but especially the younger one, were stunningly good looking compared to how they looked thirty years ago. I'm not kidding! Sometimes age adds good looks to women too, (men always become gentlemen by age, don't they? ;) ) but in their case age was more than an improvement, it was just mind-boggling how good they looked.

The older one was working with some government related stuff, a mother of two and a grandmother of one beautiful boy. The younger is a succesful dressmaker and clothes designer and a mother of three.

Of course I met more cousins than these two. There was my oldest male cousin whom I only remembered as a long-haired teenager and my oldest female cousin whom I remembered as an air-headed blonde and always giggling. These two looked exactly as their parents!

Then there was another male cousin I met just briefly at the beach, and girls... just forget about those Hollywood stars... This guy, in his mid-thirties, was so darned good-looking, I would have fallen in love with him, hadn't I been so heterosexual... I'm not lying, this guy could moist a woman's underwear just by looking at them.

But the one I was most curious about, my youngest cousin in her late twenties, whom I never met, was unfortunately occupied elsewhere. I've only seen pictures of her and she resembles both Marylin Monroe, Rita Hayworth and Cindy Crawford... Used to be a drug addict but pulled herself out of that hell-hole.


Well, what the hell... I've been advertising about my old home so why not disclose it's name? I won't, but I'll give you two links and from there on, you're on your own:
MAP

INFORMATION in english

Be sure to check out the satellite map and zoom into the beach...