I haven’t seen The Swede since I visited him in Stockholm over the holiday break.
We still keep in touch.
He called me on my birthday.
I talked to him 4 days later when it was his turn to celebrate a birthday.
Right now he’s in Barcelona at a trade convention.
He invited me to “celebrate our birthdays together” in Barcelona but I wasn’t able to pull off a last minute trip to Spain.
Not enough vacation time.
I’m trying though.
There’s nothing I’d like more than to spend another holiday break in Sweden, hanging with The Swede and his daughter, trying to learn Swedish, drinking glogg, and “cheating” at Monopoly.
I use the term “cheat” loosely because I prefer to think of it as “redistributing my wealth.”
I miss The Swede and I’m hoping he comes to California again to visit.
There’s a small possibility that he’ll be here with his daughter for the holiday break.
I’m trying not to think about it because if I do, I start planning out all the places I want to take them and all the activities I want to do with them.
San Francisco, Santa Cruz, Half Moon Bay, Monterey. . .
There’s SO MUCH TO DO and they need to COME TO CALIFORNIA so I can fulfill my desire to be their tour guide and show them all the places near and dear to my heart.
There’s so much that makes California a wonderful place to live.
And there’s people I need to introduce them to.
Just give me an excuse to plan and I’ll run away with it.
Long time, no Swede.