Cycling along the coast - Gothenburg

"What if we would leave work earlier today and go cycling?", he said. And she said yes.

And we spent a wonderful afternoon cycling, walking and enjoying the coast and the sunshine.
Here's the result.

Meet Pam, my best friend... yes, the bicycle

 Doesn't that seem like the perfect place to be alone with your thoughts?

 Saltholmen, where we took a shortcut, that became longer, but more fun and with a great view over the little marina. 

 Who doesn't want to cycle or walk with paths as nice as this? 

That's one of the things I enjoy the most in Sweden - the appreciation for the sun. When the sun shines you should go out and enjoy it and no one looks twice if you say "I'm leaving earlier today, it's sunny..."

Sortelha - Portugal

We wanted to show as much as possible to our guests, and we took the chance to visit other places in the region, not too far from Guarda. Namely, historic old villages, with an unique charm given by their constructions almost purely in stone. We started in Sortelha, at a 45 min. drive from Guarda. I have written about it before, but Sortelha is so gorgeous and special that it deserves one more post full of pictures.

Aproveitamos ainda a presença dos nossos convidados para lhes mostrar outros encantos da região, não muito longe da Guarda. Nomeadamente aldeias antigas e históricas, com um charme único dado pelas suas construções maioritariamente em pedra. Começamos em Sortelha, a cerca de 45 min. de carro da Guarda. Já aqui escrevi sobre Sortelha, mas é um sítio tão bonito e especial que merece mais um post cheio de fotos.

 The main square / A praceta

The fortress surrounding the ruins of the castle and the village

A muralha que rodeia as ruínas do castelo e a aldeia

 Staring at the infinite view / A ver o infinito da paisagem

The narrow stony streets / As ruas empedradas e estreitas 

Main square with its gorgeous tree and loads of cats.

A praceta com a sua árvore frondosa e muitos gatos.

 View from the top of te wall / Vista do cimo da muralha

It's gorgeous, isn't it? Walking around in those narrow streets transport us to other times and makes our imagination fly. How was life then? If you ever find yourself in Portugal with some time to spare, visit the interior region and don't miss Sortelha.

É bonito, não é? Passear naquelas ruas estreitas transporta-nos para outros tempos e faz a nossa imaginação voar. Como seria antigamente? Se algumas vez estiverem em Portugal com tempo de sobra, visitem a região interior e não percam Sortelha.

Guarda - Portugal

Guarda is my hometown and although I have published here before about it, I didn't do it that many times. I go there nearly every time I go to Portugal, but it is very rarely that I actually take pictures in the city. That usually requires some guests to whom I show the views of my hometown. This time we walked around with Johan's parents who were in Portugal for the first time. It's a small town without so much to show but it was quite fun to walk around with them. They made me see my own city in a different way. 

A Guarda é a minha cidade natal e apesar de já aqui ter escrito sobre ela, não o fiz muitas vezes. Eu vou lá quase todas as vezes que vou a Portugal, mas é muito raro ir para a cidade tirar fotos. Isso geralmente requer visitantes de fora, aos quais faço de guia e mostro as vistas da minha cidade. Desta vez foram os pais do Johan que foram a Portugal pela primeira vez. A cidade é pequena sem muito para mostrar, mas foi muito divertido passear com eles e eles acabaram por me fazer ver a minha própria cidade de uma maneira diferente.

 Torre dos Ferreiros

 I love these old trees, with hundreds of years / Adoro estas arvores antigas, com centenas de anos

The Cathedral of Guarda / A Sé Catedral da Guarda

 The inside / O interior

Narrow streets with small shops of regional products 

Ruas estreitas com lojinhas de produtos regionais

 The central garden, recently renovated / O jardim central, renovado há pouco tempo

View over the city's suburbs / Vista sobre os suburbios da cidade

It was not a too fun city to grow up, as I always felt it was too small for my big wings. Now it's a different story of course. It has grown a lot and I actually enjoy going back there and feel the small town atmosphere where everyone knows everybody.
I will publish as well more about the region, showing the historic villages we visited. The first one will be Sortelha.

Não foi a cidade mais divertida do mundo para crescer e sempre senti que era demasiado pequena para as minhas asas enormes. Agora a história é diferente claro. A cidade cresceu bastante e gosto muito de voltar lá e de sentir aquele ambiente de cidade pequena onde todos se conhecem.
Também farei mais posts sobre a região, mostrando aldeias históricas que visitamos. A primeira foi Sortelha, já no próximo post.

Stenungsund - Sweden

Some weeks are more interesting than others. After a week of vacation I went back to work on Monday, had the national day of Sweden on Tuesday, in which no one worked, and then went on a two-day conference for work at Stenungsund. The place looked fantastic but unfortunately the weather didn't help much. Luckily, I had my vitamin D reserves on top from the wonderful sunshine I got in Portugal (posts to come soon). I had a great time anyway.

Há semanas mais interessantes do que outras. Depois de uma semana de férias, voltei ao trabalho na segunda-feira, era feriado nacional da Suécia na terça-feira, o qual ninguém trabalhou e depois fui a uma conferência de dois dias em Stenungsund. O lugar era fantástico, mas infelizmente o tempo não ajudou muito. Felizmente, tinha as minhas reservas de vitamina D no topo depois do sol maravilhoso que apanhei em Portugal (posts para breve). A conferência foi boa na mesma. 

The hotel

If only it wasn't all wet from the rain... / Se ao menos não estivesse tudo molhado da chuva...

The floating sauna / A sauna flutuante

Guide to a happy unemployment - Newbie

I became unemployed in December 2015. It was not my first time, but I knew that this time it would be harder and probably longer. I had been unemployed in 2013 as well, but then I was open to work in basically any country and within a month I found myself a job. This time, I was restricted to a single country and a single city, which made things more difficult. 

I was unemployed for a year and four months. When I look back I feel I made the most of my unemployment. I rested and relaxed, used the time to learn something new and to do things I enjoyed and didn't freak out as much a I could have. In general I was happy and I will remember this time as a positive experience.

I know it's not always easy to be unemployed but a positive mind set will always be helpful, no matter what the situation is. Guide to a happy unemployment is the title of my latest article for the Newbie Guide to Sweden and you can read it here. 

If you enjoy it pass along to your unemployed relatives or friends. 

50 years

He left. After 50 years working there, he left. 

Nowadays we move a lot more and change jobs for various reasons, so I can't even imagine what it feels like leaving after 50 years. Perhaps a mixture of longing and relief. A mixture of I will miss this with I can finally relax. It must feel weird.

I hope he will be happy.

His last day was when I was on vacation and when I came back I found this in his closet. Very symbolic.  

Can’t skip Us, Can’t Skip Portugal

Life is full of irony #3

Or funny coincidences. Or whatever you want to call it.

There is a cabinet in my office at work that is locked and there's no key, because the person before lost it. Also, when asked what was inside the cabinet, the person couldn't remember anymore. Determined to solve the problem before I leave for 10 days off I asked someone if there are reserve keys. I was shown to a kind of safe with a bunch of small plastic bags with keys in it. Luckily, someone wrote numbers on the bags, and the search was not totally hopeless, although it still took a while. 

In the meantime, with me stressing because I had a lot else to do and the key thing was taking way too long, someone else approaches me and says that the cable to the projector in the meeting room is broken and we need to get a new one as soon as possible. Great, another pickle... We stopped the key search and initiate a cable search in the storage room. We found one that could work. I should try to find D., because he is tall and can change the cable. No success. D. was nowhere to be found and the cable was not right anyway. 

In the middle of the chaos that was my head, I restarted the key search. While cursing and trying to decide how to get a bloody cable as fast as possible, I found the right bag of keys! Hoping that they would indeed be the right ones, I went to my office and tried them. 

They worked! 

I opened the mysterious cabinet, that had been locked for months and looked inside. What was there? An infinite pile of internet cables and... one of the type we needed!! 

I grabbed it immediately and ran out the door. Who is passing by at that exact moment? D.!!! The long guy who could change the cable. 

And that's how chaos turned into, not one, but two problems solved.

(I'll be back after vacation)

Stories of my world #13

It all started in the winter olympics in 2014. It was the women relay 4x10 Km skiing. Sweden was participating and had a good chance to take the gold, but so did Norway, the usual archenemies. Me and Johan were watching it on TV in our living room, in Prague. The third athlete for Sweden was younger and less experienced. She lost a bit too much to the other teams. Fighting the fourth and final part was Charlotte Kalla. She is really good, said Johan, but can she really catch up so much? She started like a warrior and fought like if her life depended on it. She was as focused as anyone can be and slowly took over more and more terrain, catching up to the ones in the front just at the goal line. She crossed the goal first. The whole team got the gold, but she made an impressive performance. She impressed me so much, that from then on I thought about her determination every time I got tired in a race. 

How dare I, compare myself to Charlotte Kalla. She wins gold. I win bananas. And I would get them even if I was the last one crossing the finish line. The truth is we all need someone who inspires us in life and Charlotte Kalla inspires me. Her determination, her kindness, her beautiful smile, and the warrior inside that comes up during the competitions. I started following her career more and to cheer her up like a football team, the only thing I had cheered up before. And it's fun! Of course I also support other swedish athletes but Kalla is my absolute favourite. 

One of her sponsors is also the sponsor for the Gothenburg half marathon and when I went to pick up my bib number on Friday she was there in the expo. There was not so much people and it was easy to meet her. I was so excited that my legs and hands were shaking. My tongue must have been as well, because my Swedish became a rumble of indecipherable words. I tried to tell her how impressed I was by her performance in that relay and how I use that when I run, but I'm not sure she understood. She must have thought I was crazy. However, she did say that it is very good when one turns off the mind and just goes for it. I also took a picture with her, that turned out to be blurred because the lens was dirty. 

Even though I wish I could go back, as a normal human being, not shaking and have a proper conversation with her, I'm still super happy I got to meet my biggest running inspiration and that she wished me good luck for the race. 

No matter what, that day will always be the day I met Charlotte Kalla.