En helg i Dalarna kan innebära att slå 6-7 hinkar golfbollar, äta god mat, titta på en grymt stor majbrasa och se på fantastiska fyrverkerier!
No, it’s not an April fool’s joke. We actually went skiing! First time ever for Filip, second time ever for Alexander (previous experience was at the same place, a few weeks earlier on a school trip). A quick lesson for Filip, and then we were all skiing in Romme! The weather was fantastic, and because this was really the last weekend of skiing at this place, we had a lot of slope to ourselves. No complaints there! This is something we happily do again!
The whole album is here: Romme 2016-04
My new personal best (that has been recorded anyway) for 5km, 33m and 58s! Very epic 🙂
One day of ski lessons and downhill skiing in Romme turned out to be wicked wicked cool. I need to do a lot more of this!
Since Dad was on a trip on my actual birthday, we celebrated it on the 20th this year. I wished for an American style breakfast, a cake with a lot of chocolate for the afternoon, and homemade burgers and fries for dinner.
The cake was nothing short of epic. But to say it was “rich” would the understatement of the year. Dad made a black bean mud cake with chopped pistachios as the base layer. On top of that, he put a jar of Nutella topped with smashed up chocolate cookies. The final layer was a rich chocolate mousse, with some chocolate topping, and sixteen chocolate fingers.
The breakfast with American pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a lot of bacon was great. The homemade burgers and fries, epic. What a culinary experience the day turned out to be 🙂
It was supposed to be just a “cable car trip” … but it turns out we don’t do things that simple 🙂 When we reached the top location, we went for a short hike. Somewhere along the middle of the hike, we took a wrong turn and ended up in a 2km long “water tunnel” (Levada). It was pitch black and full of sharp rocks. Needless to say, we kept on walking and finally made our way out. After another hour or so, we hade made our way back to where the “Cable Cars” were. In the Old Town of Funchal, we all had a pizza and finally went back home. We didn’t need any help falling asleep!