Charleston

It is here we live today, in the south with it's beaches, marches, rivers and oak trees. It's definitely very charming and fits us well for now.

What makes me cry

This is where I grew up and I love and miss it.Enough said, tears are rolling down my cheeks. Now, how do I transfer all this to my children, it's their heritage.

Soccer

When is the US ever going to start to appreciate soccer? This is from my rinky dink hometown of Gothenburg, wait until you see Barca, Alex will tell you all about that.

IFK Göteborg & Deportivo

Blue and White! That is what we have in common and that is what keeps us from going nuts Habi! Blue and White!

Cold weather = BORING

Marta was on the phone for some time tonight with a friend that has moved from the south,even the deep south, up to Michigan of all places.

Marta: I think that she is bored.

Jonas: Of course she is bored.

Marta: How do you know, when is the last time you spoke to her?

Jonas: Probably 2 years or so, the last time she was here and I was actually around.

Marta: Two years, yeah right.

Jonas: So how is she?

Marta: Bored.

Jonas: I know that, that is what cold will do to you.

Marta: What do you know?

Jonas: I lived 26 years in the cold and dark, I do know!

Marta: I lived 2 1/2 years in Ohio and that was cold and dark so I do know!

Jonas: That's not even a tenth of what I went through, you have no room to talk!

Marta: That is exactly a tenth, dhi thi dhii!

Well, as much as I hate to admit it she is right. I don't hate where I grow up, I miss it and think about it all the time, questioning wetter I made the right choice. At the end of the day, it is nice to wear shorts in January, just like we did today.

Pals

June 30 2000. Long time ago since Marta and I got married. And then I stumbled upon this, by Pedro (who ever he is) in a totally different search.

Any way, I will never forget that day when I walked the same streets. Thanks Pedro!

To make Marta cry.

In all fairness, this is really the song that makes me think about Barcelona. Every time we fly in and the city comes in view, I hear this song in my head and I sing it to my wife, who by now is glued to the window to take it all in, and she starts to softly cry.

I have a feeling that when she read this post, a tear or two will come from her eyes.

I'm from Barcelona- we're from Barcelona

I love it!

And a bit surprised that they sing in English.

A is for Alex

In the car the other day Alex got all excited in the backseat when we were stopped at a light.

Alex; Pappa, I see an A.

Jonas; What do you see? ( I was deep in thought so I didn't hear)

Alex; An A!

Jonas; Can you describe it for me? ( I still didn't get it)

Alex; Pappa! It starts with me.

Jonas; Ah, you see an A, very good Alex, where do you see it?

Alex; Right there, there's a picture of it right there.

And it was a picture of an A next to us. The sign for the convenience store had a triangle with an A displayed in it.

An american revolution

Betty is acting up more and more, she is starting to nickel and dime a bit. I have my eyes on the car you can't ignore.