Malmo, Sweden

I would like to thank our veterans belatedly, especially my Grandfather, for their sacrifices and commitments made. I wrote a poem and sent it to the telegraph though I doubt it is any good. I will not post it here as I am sure it is not everyone's cup of tea. But I can email to anyone if they wish.

I am just peachy keen...well mostly, I did partake of the spirits quite a bit this weekend, but it is all good. Nothing much took place this past week, except my mobile was stolen at the pub, so I am phone less. My sister had a B-day party, she is something like fifty-five...or thirty-three, somewhere in there. Since she had the tramatic week of admitting to herself her age, what could a loving brother do to help...say I know, I can make fun of here from pics of our trip to Malmo last year.

This is one of the central parks in Malmo, Sweden and those of you from Saint John will find it curiously similar to our downtown. The large difference is that this place is full of Swedes...and yes men, most of the women were beautiful.

This windmill was also right in the center of the city. A nice blend of the old and new. Andrew, Stacey and I went there to meet Andrew's brother Neal and join in his birthday celebrations. It was also the first time that any siblings on either side of my sister's union had met each other. Malmo is to the south of Sweden and we went down to the shores of the Baltic.

So when my sister saw this barrier, she felt compelled to honor her 80s roots and do a little crane action. Now this is a lady with many degrees and published work so one assumes that she carefully thought through this action.

Ohhhh, I guess not. Like sharks it appears that my sister cannot move backwards. Now I direct your attention to her attire. With the amount of warm layers she has on it indicates how chilly it was outside. Now just imagine how cold that water is going to be.

Now who is this brave young lad you ask? Well it is Stace's partner, Andrew. The poor sod. Though I will admit that I think Neal and I were laughing quite hardily at this point (And I still such fine action shots).

I think he only lost three toes to hypothermia, so that is alright then :) I am sure my parents will be happy to know that their daughter has someone to pull her out of the corners she paints herself into.

And this is him at his brothers birthday party. Notice the Turkish smoking pipe (No John, you smoke tobacco, nothing illegal). It was a fun party given the fact that none of us spoke any Swedish. It was a great night of friendly Swedes coming up to us and saying 'Canadian...yes? Super!' and then wandering away for some more stimulating conversation.

I am starting to run out of photos so I may soon have to include some original thought of my own. I know, shudders just went down everyones' spines. With my morose personality it is sure to just be complaints. Oh well, I just have to write them, not read em'.