Friday, August 21, 2009

DR moments

NYC pictures


You know what I dont like with this blog? That its so bloody hard to fix pictures so it looks good. I want to be bale to move them around more effortlessly. Anyone that is able to do that? Maybe someone a little smarter than me, and not a technicalm idiot? I am stupid, I swear. Might appear smart from time to time, but really, I am stupid. Dumb even.

I promise Mimmi quite often that i will get better and update this blog more often, but really, my disability to handle this blog makes me avoid it. Not good. I like to blog. Oh the problems.

Got sprayed down with chocolate suryp yesterday at work. Minutes later, our consult arrives with a pack of RMs (Restaurant managers) to inspect the place, whilst I was busy looking like a dalmatian. Mind you, this is the hot hot and pretty consult we are talking about. Now, after me, can you say: "Red face?"

Got it.

Monday, August 17, 2009

A flowerpot! With flowers!

Hi. It's Mimmi again.

The day before yesterday I went to IKEA. I found a hat. Further explanations unnecessary. Isn't it just adorable?

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Dominican Republic

So, I am finally in the Dominican Republic, and geez, its hot in her! Hee. Its a real caribbean paradise, with blue skies, white sand, and aquamarine water. Palm trees everywhere, and houses in bright colours. We live in Gaspar Hernandez, a small village by the sea, so we are not very close to all the tourists. I dont really know how I feel about that, one part of me think its relaxing and nice, and one part want that holiday feeling you get in a tourist town, with surfers and other people on vacation. You know, like when you socialize at the hotel and end up going out for a drink at night and so on.

Not so much of that here, unfortunately.

First day, we didnt do much at all, I relaxed by the tv when we arrived, and then we went out to do some holiday clothes shopping. Clothes, shoes and handbags are ridiculously cheap here. Most is crappy quality, but you can always find those little nuggets among the trash.

Ten we went to a small beach called Caleton, where I spent the rest of the day sunbathing and swimming. Hello lukewarm water.

What happens when you go on vacation where your mum actually lives, is that you have to endure being showed off like a show dog. I absolutely hate it, but I am a nice daughter, smile and act nice while the freaky idiots suggest that I should have a boyfriend here. I guess they mean themselves. NO thank you.

We went up into the moutains and visited some friends, here you hang out by putting chairs in a circle and then you sit down and chat. Very, very awkward and uncomfortable when you know everyone is staring at you. Also, they dont think I know spanish, so every new encouter starts with them saying hello to me, and then they turn to my mum and start talking ABOUT me. Nice. Not. but most of the females are really nice, at least. The nicest ones were the family we visted some night ago. They were really really poor, but still, they gave me a mango fruit, because here, you share what you got. I almost felt bad accepting it, I thought they would need it more themselves, but to not accept it would be rude.

Its very interesting to see this more private aspect of the island, instead of just the glitz and glamour and party life that is ins Santiago and Cabarete. Cabarete is the ultimate surfer village, and I went there yesterday, with my Bodyguard, a friend of my mum, he is from england and about 50 years old. He is nice but a liiiiittle anoying at times.

I absolutely LOVED Cabarete, it gave me that holiday feeling Ive been longing for. Saw a really beautiful surfer who passed me when I was bathing, but the sailed away and I lost him. Huge bummer.

Tonight, it seems like we are going to watch a softball game. Well see how that goes.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Guest blogger


My name is Mimmi. I'm the one staying at home while Malin goes shopping in the States. I have to admit that I'm quite jealous, but please don't tell Malin, since she'll get so stuck-up.

Anyway. I met her in school in 2004. I don't know why, but when I think of her, I see this blonde and eager girl dressed in a pink, puffy jacket. That is Malin to me (even though she can also appear very smart. For example she knows what the thick bristle-like panel whales have got instead of teeth is called in Swedish. I don't even know if there's a word for it in English?).


Hundreds of years ago, we went to France together and we've also worked at the same place, but then I moved to Stockholm. But now, we once again live in the same town.

Now and then, you'll hear from me, until Lamell gets back.

And Malin; I hope you'll have a bloody good time over there and I hope to hear from you soon.

I've also made an incredibly sophisticated collage of Malin and me:

Au revoir!

NYC shopping

The NYC night in pictures

Salt sucks up red wine!

New York, getting there

So, on the 1st of august, I got up at 4 am to start my 18 day vacation in the States. It all flowed very well. The taxi arrived exactly on time, the trip to the station went smoothly, and I only had to hop on the tarin to get to the airport. And here starts the really nice things. I got upgraded to Business Class. I couldnt believe it. I got directed to a HUGE seat by the window, and the very fiurts thing that happens is that a stewardess comes up and ask me if I am comfortable and if I want some juice or something.

The seat itself had more options than a regular airplane control panel, I swear, and it was insanely soft.

After a very nice first meal, consisting of a chicken wellington with a fresh melon salad, and traditional malaysian satay (I flew with Malaysian Airlines) I felt tired and decided to sleep. The second I folded down the seat to a bed (oh yes, it converted into a bed) the stewardess came up and shut the windows, and lowered the fan. Gosh. I also got a thick blanket, and TWO pillows since the seat next to me was empty. Needless to say, I slept like a baby.

I got woken up to yet another meal, this one was gravlax salmon and scallop with a raisin sallad, and then a beef tournedos with parisienne potato and sautéed vegetables, followed by an amazing sponge fruitcake with cream and raspberry sauce. I was SO stuffed. Oh, and to this, I was served Dappier champagne. YUM.

Passport control and customs went smoothly, beside the fact that they took my mums sausage. (I got SO much shit for that, how was I supposed to know I should have declared nothing?)

And then I came out to the arrival hall, and there they were! Ali, Liz, and Erin! I was so happy to see them, it was almost unreal, I've been waiting for so long.

We spent the day eating lunch at a mexican place with Kelly, and then we went to Erins place, drinking wine, champagne, chatting away. Then it was dinnertime, we spent it at Dhaba, a great indian restaurant. The food was amazing, we ordered a selection and tried.

Next stop: Karaoke, it was absolutely hilarious. The best: Ali's rendition of Back to Black, everyone wailing away to Total Eclipse of the heart, and Ali's own version of Against all odds...