We’re listening to the last newscast for the evening in Sweden, but of course I’m not going to get any news about the elections in the United States, other than a prognosis. I will have to find out first thing in the morning tomorrow who our new President is. Later this evening there will be an election wake. I’m staying awake for some of that, but it won’t help me to know the results because I’m not planning on staying up all night.
I have some pictures taken by the hours. It was just something different to do while there was voting going on at home. “Home” is a divided word for me. Sweden is home because here are my roots. The United States is my home because that’s where I live and there is my closest family—my daughter and her family. Peru is the country that has captured my heart. Then there is my real home—the house of God where I will spend eternity.
Here is my picture story of the day.
From my window at 7:00 AM
From the kitchen window at 8:00 AM
At 12:00 noon by the school where Mary studies Spanish
At 12:30 PM on our way to visit my brother Lars
At 12:45 PM taken from the back seat
At 1:00 PM we arrived. Here is one of my niece’s with her niece
The table ready for the guests
My brother cooked a nice meal for us. My sister-in-law was at work; she’s a school-teacher. My nieces Emily and Lina and their families visited their dad and that way we all got to share a meal and an enjoyable afternoon The national food from Spain had inspired my brother.
Gazpacho, a cold soup
Paella, the main dish
Britta, the latest addition to the family,
born to Filip and Emilie the day I arrived in Sweden
Britta with her great-grandparents
Alida, Britta’s big sister having paella
With Lina, my brother’s youngest daughter and her son Harald
Isn’t she just adorable?
My brother with Hjalmar, Lina’s oldest son
I didn’t get good pictures of everyone, so Emilie, Filip, Algot, Alfred, and Ola please forgive me. And to my brother for inviting us to have a “Spanish” dinner, a big Thank-you.
Tomorrow my tale from the Land of the Vikings will continue. Not that this wasn’t part of that tale. I just had to point out that it was Election day.
Today Sweden has been decorated with flags, not because of the elections in the USA but because in 1632 King Gustav Adolf II went with the troops into battle, outside of Lytzen in Germany, and was killed. Shortly after that the 30-year war in Europe ended.
This reminds me of something my late husband and I used to kid about. There was a “war” between us. He was a model 1939 and I am a model 1946. We had the Second World War that separated us!