Barbeque-byebye

Ok, I wrote this about 3 in the morning last night...

I mention it once again, cause it can’t be said to many times. We’ve been incredibly lucky when it comes to meeting fun and interesting people. Even tough most of our closest and oldest friends left (the only one left of The Original International Friends are I, Micki and Ollie) we’ve still have some people worth gold that are here.

This night I’ve just finished the dishes after a barbeque at our place this evening. I’m a bit tipsy and feeling huge anxiety about getting back to Sweden. I can’t believe that within two days all of this will just be memories.

Well. Tonight we had a wonderful barbeque. We’d invited the nearest and dearest to barbeque and so that I and Micki could empty our food stack. People were suppose to bring what the wanted to barbeque and we would supply everything else. We tried to find a grill that you could use just once but it was impossible. But we managed with our oven and stove. Then we ate and drank up on our terrace. Honestly, I think we ended up with more food at the end of the evening than what we started out with in the beginning. Well, everything tasted wonderful (even David and Anton’s sausage salad) and the company was great.

And as usual (or during my stay in Italy) when I’m stressed out I have to keep myself occupied not to think about all the boring and sad things that’s waiting for me. So I started to do all the dishes when all the guests left. Might as well keep myself busy. It’s less boring to do the dishes drunk than hung-over.

We said goodbye to the Market People today. Everyone seemed pretty sad. The funny man especially. He gave us a hug and kiss on the cheek before we left. But “The Chicken People” were the funniest, the insisted on that we should send a post card when we get to Sweden and gave us the address to the store and everything. They’re so nice and lovely.

Something really weird happened as well this afternoon. I was just walking down the street thinking about how I want to come back next year to work or something. Then this random man who passes me says “Ritorna” (“Return!”) just while he’s passing me. I didn’t look at him while he was passing me so I turned around to see if he was talking to someone or was on the phone. But no, he was walking by himself without a phone by his ear. As far as I can see there’re two explanations to this event.
Number one: I’m going mad,
Number two, This guy is a mind reader.
I don’t know which one of them that’s more disturbing… And should I take it as a sign?