Life in a magical town

Given I’m going away for a week, we decided to have Date Night tonight. It’s been a long time since the last one, back when Mirinda lived in Canary Wharf during the week and I’d travel up on a Wednesday. We went to some pretty delicious restaurants. We didn’t want to buck that particular trend so, tonight, we went to Bomans.

Our meals were lovely and the waiter was impressed that we were Australian. When he asked if Australians were as friendly and outgoing as they say, we said yes. When we said we had found Swedes exactly the same, he said it was because we had chosen to live in Trosa.

Before dinner, we wandered down to the World’s End to watch the sunset behind Dead Tree Island. After an absolutely glorious day, it was a delightful finale.

At the other end of the day, I was at SFI learning the words for things in a vestibule and a kitchen. There was a fair bit of laughter in class, which is always lovely. And, I’m pleased to say, I knew a number of the words thanks to Mirinda’s habit of writing words on post-its throughout the house.

Dina was very funny. During the break, she was taking photos of herself with the brilliant blue sky behind her. She wasn’t happy with the results and, instead, opted for a 360° video. It seems, she takes lots of videos of herself to post on Facebook and she showed me a few. She appears to be quite the cook.

There was a period of high comedy when she was trying to remember a word and Arij had no idea what she was talking about. Dina turned to me and said I must know what she meant. I shrugged my shoulders and said that, in fact, I didn’t. But Dina insisted and kept saying something that sounded like “Cocks“. It was a brand name, she explained.

Suddenly I realised. “Crocs!” I said. Dina smiled and turned back to Arij and said,”Yes, Crocs.” Arij still had no idea what she was talking about. Neither did anyone else in the room. Not that that stopped them from joining in the laughter.

Back at home, I finished cutting the grass and, between battery charges, I packed my bag for tomorrow. Mirinda and Jason went for a lovely walk around Tureholms Slott.

The whole day made me realise how happy I am to be living in Trosa. It really is a magical place.

According to Arij, Istanbul is also a magical place. She was there for three months while waiting for her residency to come through, nine years ago. She rattled off a number of things we had to do while we were there. Tomorrow, I’ll find out if it’s true.