Unexpected distant relatives

Sixty years ago, at the age of six, a young chap visited Woop Woop. One of his parents was the sibling of one of KSP’s ancestors. He discovered this recently via DNA testing. He contacted KSP wishing to reconnect with his past, adding a previously unknown branch to the KSP family tree. We met him today while celebrating KSP’s name day.

He was a jolly chap who loaned his happy smile and quick Swedish wit to the already joyous occasion. (Actually, I am guessing about the wit because of my general lack of Swedish, though, after being mistaken for a Swede yesterday at Fotografiska, I may have unwittingly understood some of his conversation.)

However, it wasn’t the first stranger I met today. I was also introduced to Emilia and Frances who had accompanied Miguel to Trosa yesterday and stayed in the stuga.

Mirinda met Miguel at Uni where they both studied together under Kristina (who also had a name day today…I assume) and he journeyed down from Stockholm to visit us. Emilia is his sambo and Frances is her daughter. Apparently she is prone to temper tantrums, something I was dreading, but we saw nothing of that this morning. She was good as gold. And Frances was very well-behaved as well.

We went for a lovely walk a far as the adventure park, pointing out the ski slope, caravan park and generous views towards Åda as we went. We then piled into the car (Freya curled up in Frances’ lap) for the short trip to Emil’s Backe where lunch was partaken.

Emilia is pregnant at the moment, due in December and Miguel is anxious about becoming a father. I think Frances is looking forward to having a baby brother but, given our wide language gulf, I can’t be 100% certain.

I don’t think Miguel has anything to worry about. He is a lovely, deeply caring man. His son will be fine with such a dad.

Having eaten, we headed for Vagnhärad station where we bade them farewell before heading out to Woop Woop for the second half of our very busy Friday.

And, of course, we had another lovely time, meeting lots of new people as well as seeing lots of people we already know. Lena and David were even there, along with their two boys, and I made sure to thank David for getting my train back on track for my trip back from Naples in October. He said it was no problem, that he always worked on his holidays.

A big highlight was getting to sample the contents of Jonas’ wood fired pizza oven. OMG! Such deliciousness.

Not to mention his buns…though I am pretty sure I’ve mentioned them before on numerous occasions.

There were even another couple of dogs as well as our two. They are being looked after by Kitten and Tomas and belong to their son who is currently on holiday in Spain. They were very well-behaved and got on with Emma and Freya though Freya did give a gremlin growl a few times. Which, I have to say, is a great sign that her health has improved. At least for today.

And Nicoline brought Birgitta with her who is minding a house, a cat and some chickens at the moment. I don’t know many details but it seems Birgitta has lost one and another one may have died. It’s all a bit confusing.

Speaking of dead chickens, one of the guests, a woman I’d never met before, was walking by KSP’s chickens when one suddenly collapsed and started convulsing before dying in front of her. It was most distressing. She and her daughter quickly left the scene as Jonas detached the chicken’s head and put the body away for later retrieval and subsequent roasting…I assume…for the second time in this post.

It was all very unexpected and confusing. I called the woman The Chicken Killer after that.

Karl Fredrik even put in an appearance late in the day.

Eventually, we headed home, after having a wonderful time celebrating KSP and her name.

Such lovely and welcoming people. I feel like I have known KSP and Jonas for many, many years.

Not to mention Nicoline who I am sure I’ve known since at least the 1990s. Or, perhaps, she is actually a distant relative of mine. I am assuming nothing.