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Friends

Memories, memories from my childhood. Here, where my friend Ylva lives with her husband Tord, and their daughter Alice and a golden retriver was also my area when I was little. I didnt go to a kindergarden I stayed at Signora Ellens house that was 10 meters from where Ylva grew up ( beside this house ). Now she has taken over her family house and her brother with family is just living in the house nearby.

In this house Ylva was living when she was little and how much we have drunken carrot juice made from the garden….I hated it but Ylvas mother Birgitta told me I needed some colour for my paled skin 🙂

Little Alice is soo soo sweet. The dog I forgot the name of, probably because Im not a dog girl…

Dining time and deep talking hours.

How much this reminds me about my grannies farmer house when I was little. This heavy owen is the best.

When we were 4years old we were swimming in that one or at least tingle with our toes in the water…

In that red tree house I was always when I was little from that I was 3 till 8…. I loved Signora wise Ellen. She taught me a lot.

They cooking a lot of Italian cibo but of course I had ordered Swedish salmon. It was delicious. THANKS!!!

– Look at the clear blue sky, and guess how much the time is. Its 12.30am and completle daylight. U think it is easy to sleep? Have a look at my ugly feet….they are one of a kind ugliest feet everyone has seen…. hehehe!

I found a krucifix at Ylva&Tords house – I felt safe and back to the catholic behaviors.

Tord the husband of Ylva – he has done and fixed his whole house by himself ( with some little help, but I think he need an eloge for that one)

Alice soon 3 years old is a clever girl. Little bit shy with integrity.

– Goooodmorning Vero & Alice! Me with same clothes like the day before…but hell what is the problem? Now we are in the north part of Sweden where everything is natural and so also my red eyes as you can see….hahah. I forgot my makeup in casa di mamma Sylvia.

Notis / Regarding my ugly feet, I had them stucked in our big grass cutting machine when I was little ( 6 years old). At least I have all my toes left 🙂 ! To have patience has never been my strongest link. So, thats why I ended up in that not-nice-machine.