What are we doing here?

Why did we fly 21 hours to the other side of the world again? I don’t know! Lina doesn’t know either. She is my cousin and I convinced her to come with me. Im sorry… Hope she likes it!

I feel a bit of enormous panic about how to make this trip the best it can be. You know, you want it to be fabulous and memorable and fun and exciting and everything you dreamt of. And right now, I don’t see that happening. I just feel confusion and stress. But then again, I’m pretty emotional.


The first experience of “hostel life” was interesting. Love the feeling of standing completely awkward in silence whenever in the elevator with strangers. We made great effort pretending not to understand Swedish. And when I realized rooms are shared… Boys and girls, does that even work? Luckily for us, we had the six bed room all to ourselves the couple of first nights. Shock was avoided. For now…