Sunday in Dalarna

I slept well last night, it must have been the physical exertion. Trude goes to church, so I was on my own in the house. As I had to clean myself, it was quite welcome. The rest of the family had gone to visit the other grandparents. Trude took me on a hike to a favourite place of hers, where she and her husband went when they courted. She told me about her youth. It is interesting to hear about how people in a different culture grow up. I think Sweden especially still has a lot of traditions which we do not have in the States. I asked her if she had seen much of Europe and how life compared to other countries, but she said she did not have much chance to travel as they had the farm. But she does not regret it. They get quite a few tourists from Germany and she learned a bit German. She says they are very polite and tidy people. I had to think of our ex tenants, yes, they are clean!

When we came home cousin was gutting some fish. He had been given some by the in-laws and we were supposed to come over for dinner. I expressed a concern that I am not a big fish eater, and he said, well then you just eat potatoes and vegetables! Of course I tried a bit of fish. They looked it up on the internet what it is called in english. I am not keen and am quite happy not to ever have it again. Of course one had to have schnapps with it. But they stuck to 2 glasses each. Cousin said it will make the milk go sour if he does the milking with a hangover.