hair

I shaved my mom's head today. She still has a mohawk though. This makes my mom one million times better than your mom. Seriously.

My hair is still on. Even though I was more than mildly tempted to follow in her footsteps, just this once.

Untill you can enjoy seeing me with no hair, here's a couple of pics of England from above.




Now I'm gonna head out for pizza. At last. Missed most of the summery day, but hey, I shaved my mom's head. And I talked to Maria on the phone for like thirty minutes. She was sitting on Arlanda. We decided that we should start making daytrips to airports because it's so much fun spending hours and hours and hours just sitting around, waiting, watching people.

Uppsala

So after eleven hours of travelling I am now at my mom's place in Uppsala. Woke up at five, kinda hungover after 99 calls, one bottle of wine and four hours of sleep, the taxi picked me up at six, plane left at eight-ish... Or it should have, but it was kinda late. Spent the flight talking to a french girl named Chloé. A couple of hours at Stansted, a croissont, another flight, and I landed in Västerås, smallest airport ever. The bus - the only bus - for Uppsala left without me (and a plastic surgeon named Marcus from England who liked Kevin Smith) but luckily it turned around to pick us up.

Me and mom had the mushroom and fish dish that I love and watched Montalbano which I also love and now I'm super duper tired.

Tomorrow my single goal is a pizza.