Toronto – the end

After two days of drinking and partying (ehrm well, going to bed at 11 on Friday) we headed off to Niagara Falls for some amazing nature experience.

It was absolutely gorgeous.

The ice looked like big blocks of meringue and I just wanted to swim over and bite it. Instead I took photos and dreamed away.

In black and white. Made me feel artsy.

There were loads of people there taking in the sights. And us. Looking at each other.

The other side of the fall (I think this was the Canadian side. Not sure, didnt listen that close when Erik told me)

We stood close enough to touch it (and get very, very wet)

Water looking all green and magical

Had some dude take a group photo of us. Not much fall, a lot of us.

Note my hair standing straight up. The Niagara fall effect.

Couple picture!

Since S and me didnt have anyone to couple up with we took each other.

Slightly askew picture. Oh well.

After the falls we went to the Vineyards for some wine tasting. It was pretty grey and not much grapes but that didnt stop us.

Choosing. Me not drinking I was lurking around in the corners instead.

Taking pictures of everything and buying half the store.

There was a little nod to Easter.

The guys didnt care, they just drank.

Lunch at the Vineyard. Delicious. Great picture of the girls.

I got both the boys. Double win!

It was sun. And warm. Finally.

To make me happy we also decided to go to a distillery. Dillons. Booze straight up. Yum.

The girls loved it. Especially my Filippa never saying no to a shot.

Last but not least. We went to some fancy wine place and the guys had sparkling stuff while I sat in the sun.

Last evening. We dressed up to the teeth and went to a newly opened Dim Sum restaurant.

Being in floor length dresses we clearly hadnt got the Toronto style of short short, tight and breast spilling.

Good for hiding shit loads of food though. We took the left over in a doggie bag and gave to some homeless people. They wondered what kind of fancy food we were giving them. Not impressed.

We went to a club. It was supposed to be like Lady Gaga’s living room. It looked like a college students dream. Everyone was 19 and very drunk. We left.

On Sunday before the flight left we went down the the Beaches and walked along the path. Met dogs and enjoyed the sun.

We had lunch at a pretty crappy restaurant but it was sunny and the waiter loved Sweden. We also got to see the Easter parade passing by.

One last look of Toronto before heading home. Pretty amazing trip! Anyone thinking about visiting the Bolsts, do it!

Toronto – the second middle

After the first days of sipping cocktails and taking it easy Thursday came and Maggan and Fredde with it. That also meant the party could start and the shot roulette finally tried. Win!

On Thursday morning we met Mudde (as Oliver have named Maggan and Fredde. Not sure were he got the U from but I like it so it sticks) down in the old Brewery district.

We went to a mexican restaurant for tacos and margheritas.

Mudde was tired from the flight but no rest for the wicked. They just had to go with it and did so amiably.

The sun was shining and we were only freezing a little bit. A win on this trip of cold noses and even colder hands.

We went to the best food market in the world (not fully convinced) and pick up food for the evenings BBQ.

Mudde couldnt keep their hands of each other and I felt like a stalker sneaking around taking pictures of them looking cute.

Before home we took a pit stop refreshing ourselves with alcohol. Cant go too long without it or your liver starts complaining. Its a known fact.

Almost the same positions but a couple of hous and tons of make up later. Guetta night! This was the night it was about to happen. Stacking up on food getting out bodies ready for mayhem.

Glitter was the theme for the night. Think Dolly Parton on tour. We aced it.

The shot roulette. Filled up with a deadly mix of absinthe, whisky, fireball, schnapps and beer. There is no losing. Or winning.

Sanna is getting herself ready. Being Alexander Lukas she only got beers when the rest of us kept ending up on Absinthe.

F took the chance of using her beer helmet. I think it suits her beautifully. She looks like a very pretty american man in a football game.

Sanna went for the extravagant eyelashes looking like a circus princess. Football man or Circus princess? I think both is a win

The dde from Mudde was pretty tired but held up. We were all proud of him. And made him drink loads of Absinthe, everyone knows that cures tiredness.

Still looking pretty well put together. If we only known what another couple of shots and hours of dancing would do to us.

Erik made us all whiskey sours. It was all the pysslings fault (that is Sanna) having Erik slaving away half of the night. But damned good drinks.

Holding your thumbs not ending up on one of the shittier shots.

F is happy either way. For her i think its just a win win.

That is a good shot face.

Even I did my part. This looks like a whiskey. They kill me every time.

Some of F’s friends came over. Poor girls. Looking all pretty and coming straight into chaos. They held up well though but looked a bit shell shocked.

The boys decided to step away from the shots and go for the beers instead. Think that might have saved them. Weaklings though.

Making the girls drink shots. As we do.

This was the ‘you got a whiskey’ sound. There was one for each shot so that the whole room could join in on all the fun.

What a lovely couple…

Jay aka The Dude came by and showed us his skills in Dudeness. Then you have to be able to drink shots like they are water, otherwise you are not a proper Dude.

Dancing with aparagus.

Fighting with asparagus. Ready for club!

Then followed 5 hours dancing with teenagers dressed in virtually no clothes and F and me that definitely didnt want to leave when the night was over. Happy we did.

The morning after was slow. And painful. And grey. I survived.

When evening came it was time for Easter dinner and we made sure to make swedish food. Fredde was in charge of the meatballs. Good skills Fredde!

A proper Easter table.

F made us Ceasars. Love them. Making me want one right now even if its a tuesday at work.

I mean, look at it!

When all the preparation were done it was egg painting time.

We reached for our inner artist and created some amazing pieces. From our end of the table it was people dancing, drinking and very lightly clad.

From Muddes side it was flowers, patterns and ‘mys’. Not surprised…

F had bought us all hats and masks and S looked like a prettier but equally scary version of Donny Darko.

I mostly looked ‘forljugen’ which upset Sanna a lot. ‘That is not telling the true story’ she kept repeating when I smiled sweetly at her.

My favourite girlies.

The guys werent half bad either.

Easter Erik. With Sannas dead face egg. Nice.

Maggan got the best hat. I dont know how she do it but she manages to look cute in a Mad hatter hat as well.

Easter Fredde

Who doesnt want to celebrate Easter with this gang of misfits?

Unfortunately we look a bit more exciting that we were. This is 11. We had all given up by then.

Toronto – the middle

After a couple of days of getting used to the city Monday came and with that F and E went back to work and S and me were left to our own devices. First day was full on shopping. We were so focused i didnt even manage to take any pictures.

We were done after that first day of shopping so went to yoga in the evening (yes, the house has classes in the gym) and then home made dinner again.

S and F checking the mussels. They must have done a great job since none of us got sick. Well done them.

The view from their flat is amazing. And ye, there is a balcony all along the flat. Not jealous at all…

Going to yoga dont stop you from drinking wine afterward. I would say it buys you the right.

Home made mussel pasta.

On the Wednesday it snowed. End of April it snowed. S and me skipped all the plans of seeing the town and went to the museum – AGO instead. Good choice.

Didnt stop us from freezing on the way there though.

Pretty happy anyway.

In the evening we went to a pub for Buck a Shack – Oysters for $1. We nailed 48.

Look at that! I said that i wanted 4, ate 12. That is how good they were.

It was also a beer pub so we took a flight of weird beers.


I mean, who doesnt love beer tasting of coffee?

After dinner F and E allowed to choose between going home or a surprise. We choose the surprise (duh!) and were taken to a western saloon and saddles for seats.

That made us very happy

Erik felt the greatness of the moment (and how very comfortable it is to be sitting in a saddle and drinking, all bard should go for that)

We ordered margaritas and got ourselves ready for…

…the mechanical bull. (!!!!) Erik and Sanna aced it and I sucked. Royally! Didnt stop me though.

Filippa wasnt too bad either. To be honest I was the only one that truly sucked.

1 of my 4 seconds.

Then this…. I look pretty happy though.

Sanna’s outfit suited the place beautifully. Always a cowboy at heart. Or Dolly Parton.

Toronto – the beginning

It was finally here, the long awaited Toronto journey. Sanna and me landed and after a (very) criminal act by Sanna (smuggling liver pate) and a long wait for the bag by me we headed off to the fancy flat of Filippa and Erik.

A shower and then straight out to enjoy the sights of Toronto.

We started by going to an irish pub in the harbor. Felt like home.

We drank Ceasars (basically a bloody mary with mussel juice instead of tomato juice, they ae crazy these canadians)

Buzzing and happy we walked around in the cold (somewhat the theme of our journey), stopped for a coffee and fought the jetlag.

In the evening we dressed up and went for cocktails and dinner.

Such a group of well behaved people. Sanna and I look way more awake than we were. By this time we had started to sound kind of slurred. The drinks didn’t help.

Per is another swedish expat very happy to meet some fellow swedes. As he should. We are pretty epic.

Bolsts took us to Gusto. They had amazing squid arms. Unfortunately by this time Sanna and me were so tired we could barely appreciate the food nor talk.

So, we ended the night early

And woke up to this. Pajen making blue berry pancakes.

I dont know about you but this look pretty awesome. With tons of maple syrup on top. We are in Canada after all.

With bellies full of food we headed off to the Islands. Its like a tiny version of the archipelago close to the city. It was supposed to be 22 degrees. It was 7. We froze. Again.

The view was breath taking though. Here is the skyline and Bolsts live by the big spire going straight up into the sky.

It was a tiny bit grey. And did I mention cold?

That didnt stop us from taking a couple of hours walk and the standard tourist pictures.

We dont care much for Sanna anyway. It suits her being stuck behind a pole.

I dont think we look a day older than our Lunda days (please dont look too close, all those years of partying has taken its toll)

Another post card picture for Bolsts. They have a couple after me and my camera have been to visit.

Having walked for a couple of hours (freezing) we were heading for lunch but last minute Sanna saw something in the corner of her eye. A farm. The dream of warmth and food got crushed when Sanna made us go to the kids farm to look at pigs.

Oh yeah. This is the down side of hanging with someone with a unhealthy love for animals.

I think this little guy was gearing up to spit. Who wants their Sunday disturbed by some loud people sytomping around your home?

This guy loved it though and made himself pretty for us.

Finally, after and excruciating hour we got to the restaurant. Food!!! Then we went home. The animals took the last out of us.

While I rested on the sofa Sanna and F went to the gym. Good for them (crazy people) and after we made fish packages on the BBQ.

Eeeh, yum!

The beginning of our Toronto trip was pretty standard for any of our trips. Day time drinking, Sanna dragging everyone to pet animals, good food and hanging. I guess the weird thing was the gym (!!) and the fact that we werent drunk all the time. Even we grow up/

The City

Friday and tomorrow im off to the land of hockey and maple syrup. Yes, im talking about Canada! Tomorrow at 8.30 my plane leaves and Im meeting up with Sanna, Filippa and Erik in Toronto. Then on Thursday Maggie and Fredde comes.

Do I have to tell you im overly excited?

Patrick Wolf – The City

Tonight beer with Pettan and then be home early for last minute packing and quality hanging with my boys. Cheers.

Last night with the scruff bag. We chilled (me, stretched out in total nothingness) while Oliver cooked for us. Wool can be seen with his new favourite toy. Gaffa tape. Oliver will have to hide his stash.

This morning with Wool (as you can see not much have changed). He crawled up to the pillow when Ol left and gave me some morning kisses. Stinky but cozy. 

Twist and Shout

Yesterday we ventured up East for dinner at the Tomlins. In order to get out pikey monster up there we needed to get on the tube. In rush hour. Took us about 5 tried to even get on the tube.

Once on it we cruised like there was no tomorrow. In Tomlins castle of monochrome we got treated to pulled pork awesomeness as well as the hosting couple matching their flat in stripey, black and white sweaters. Its all about the presentation.

Woolly was duly impressed.

Here is trying to not steal the food. That is hard for him. He goes fully for the look but no touching mental dribbling approach.

The Tomlins pre dress amazingness cooking up a storm. A perfect, pork smelly, chilli infused, mango sweetened storm. Jealous?

Here we go! Matching outfits for the win. Elin picked them up from Cos just for us. It made the food taste that much sweeter and made us feel like we had stepped into a perfectly coordinated fashion/food movie.

Gaaah *dribbel*. This was AMAZING (yes, need for capital letters). We finished most of it. Dont ay we are not appreciative of the food we get given.

Woolly got a bone from Elin. Instant love. Whoever said you cant buy love havent met our dog. Tasty food and he is yours for life (or at least for as long as the food lasts)

Little monkey girl Roxy was curious of Woolly and decided that sniffing his feet was a good way of getting to know him. Woolly just laid there as a king.

She is such a little angel monkey but very hard to catch on photo. She is a perfect little member of the Tomlin family. Roxy Tomlin.

It was a perfect evening with Friends, dogs and food to die for. Hell yeah, Boo jah and all of that in one go.

I pretended to care but I honestly didnt

Went to Boxercise in the park yesterday with work. Could have been nice out in the park but given my 2 weeks on an off cold with 2 sets of cold sores and some constant tiredness it was plain stupid. I had to break half way through after being completely out for the count. Felt hard core.

Went home to my dog instead. He was all lonely cause Oliver were out so I got a lot of love. Mostly driven by the smell of my food. Who cares, I take love wherever I can get it.

At least i look like I was working out wearing my fluorescent jacket. Had to document the moment. Oliver came home later after ending up on #7 in the climbing competition. Out of 49. Not too bad.

Tonight pulled pork at the Tomlins. Cant wait. Love pulled pork.