In America, early mornings are beautiful. The last cool of darkness in the air, moisture on the grass, and the morning birds are satisfying rewards for the hardworking morning person (hard work, in this case, being the opening of the eyes and the crawling out of the bed). Here in Sweden I pulled back the big black shudder blind to find the sun standing tall in the sky, the room getting hotter by the moment, and the morning birds finishing their song about five minutes later. Gosh darn it all! Where is the satisfaction in that? The only difference in waking up at 11am and 6:30am is that the kitchen appears to be cleaner at 6:30 and we were the first one's to read the paper today. Those, in my book, are not equitable rewards for waking early, in a country that does not favor the morning bird. Getting up at 4am to see the sunrise is too much work. I am going to take a nap.
To continue with yesterday, I was veritably kicked out of the room and at 4pm I embarked on the hour trek to town (still working on that bike). Last time I was in Uppsala it was in the thick of winter and the sun, always in winter, avoids Sweden like Michael Jackson does the law. Anyway, there is a giant castle right smack-dab in the center of town positioned quite appropriately on the highest hill. It was my goal to reach that castle again and see it in daylight. So I did. The walk was fine but I over estimated the comfort of my flip-flops. Finding the castle wasn't too bad. I had a vague feeling; judging from the canal and the big church, I was able to find it after some walking. When I got there, I was more tired than I thought. I snapped a few pictures and lay down in the grass under some trees by the outlying wall.
Now, I know many people want to know more substantial information about things like castles and cities. I plan to make that a priority and publish it in its very own post. That, along with a post about food replete with photos. The problem is that I forget and devour the goodness before remembering to take a photo. Until next time...
I wonder how those bricks got like that. Not only am I thrilled with the macro setting on my camera but I also wonder how bricks can become concave while the grout stays the same... Any ideas?
2 comments:
Looks like they've been shonked!
Your idea, sir, leaves much room for the imagination. Also, if your hypothisis is true, then you were alive thousands of years ago! Truly, the Old Man is old!
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