Yrvädret yrar runt: Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

Some things worth mentioning from last week:

We've been filmed sunbathing in the Bobaligardens. At first I didn't have the energy to care but when I overheard what the guys filming us were saying (about “how” he would enjoy watching it before he went to sleep), I decided that it was time to leave.

My darlings, Jenna & Zoe, at the jazz club.

Malin, zipping her drink.

Jenna & me.

Zoe preforms partytrick number 2. To tie a knot on a cerry stem by only using your tongue. For more info check Bilder från Ollies andra dj-kväll på MOYO

We had a lovely picnic in one of the parks here in Florence Wednesday evening. But an international rule is that parks become extremely dodgy after dark. And in my desperate search for a "real toilet" I managed to be stalked by a strange Indian guy and encounter a hooker. Finally I found some strange privet sports club and enter the doorkeeper let me in. When I entered the clubhouse the whole rooms is filled with men watching some game. I considered asking them for permission to use the bathroom but decided that they would probably care less about me using there toilet then if I disturbed their game watching. Then I ran in to problem number three, the ladies toilet was broken. Well, I said to myself that I had come to far to give up, so I entered the men's room and, of course, there was an elderly man using the urinal. “The ladies toilet is not functioning,” I stuttered in Italian and the man just smiled and said that it was okay. I felt pretty good with myself when I was walking back to the others.

After the picnic we, as usual, went for free dinner at Yab but left as soon as the dinner was over. Me, Micki, Malin and Zoe took a walk around the city and ended up at Piazza della Signoria. Then someone of us got the stupid idea that we should lie down on the ground and watch the stars. I was wearing white and therefore decided that I was going to be the responsible one and guard the other young ladies from potential psychos. The strange thing was that no one cared or gave us any strange looks while we were laying (me: standing) there. If we would have done the same thing on Gustav Adolf’s square in Malmö we most likely would have been robbed. Or the reason for the lack of robbers and other psychos could have been me looking very intimidating as a secret service woman.

Watching the stars.

Me, as a sectret service woman.

Friday was the last day to hang out with Jenna and so after school we went out for lunch and gelato. She was leaving early Saturday morning and was going to hang out with her Italian boyfriend in the evening.

Jenna and Gabs sunbading by the river

A cute dog

I had to get up early anyway to pick up Karro at the train station so me and Micki decided that we were going to wave of Zoe at her flat. Zoe had woken up to late and was a bit freaked out when we got there. Then the taxi came and we carried down Zoe’s bag. While saying goodbye to Zoe, Micki and Gabs started crying but I strangely enough didn’t. Then taxi driver started to get anxious and Zoe had to get in. Then, as I watched the taxi driving away from us, I started crying big time. And the lyrics “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone…” started playing in my head.

Lisa with the cake

Cathy, Malin, Zoe and me.

Friday was Lisa’s birthday party and everyone was suppose to make some speciality from their country. I made a Swedish strawberry cake that turned out surprisingly tasty. But we had to leave Lisa’s flat around 12 cause her stupid neighbour called the carabinieri cause she taught we were to loud.

Both Saturday and Sunday afternoon I went to “I love Artiganato” a kind of trade fair a block north of the Station Santa Maria Novella. Saturday I went there with Renata so I was speaking Italian all day, good for me! Well, Artiganato was to blame for why I came late to Per’s, one of the Swedish guys, birthday party. He lives there together with Gustav and a couple of other folks. Both Gustav and Per are chefs and apparently a missed an excellent dinner. I have to say that it’s probably the coolest apartment I’ve seen here so far. Years ago it used to be a restaurant and the guy who owns it is a quite famous chef here in Florence. He’s retired now but still owns quite a few restaurants in town.