Girl's night out

I had a great evening out in Mosman with the "girls" in SIS or Svenskor i Sydney. They meet regularly at Hotel Mosman and have a bit of a fun gossip-catching up night. It is particularly nice for newcomers, and we had two last night, but equally fun for the "oldies" to see old friends.

The venue is nice too, you have plenty of space for a big group and you can have an inexpensive meal as well. People bring books or magazines or videos that they want to share or exchange.

It was a little like our Swedish group in Grenoble, where I lived before, even though there we used to meet in people's homes for coffee in the daytime and we also had a book club which was quite popular.

It is funny, the older I get the more Swedish I feel in many ways. Even though having lived away from Sweden for most of my adult life I don't know very much about social changes and politics in Sweden today. So when I say I feel Swedish I don't know quite what I mean. I guess I mean sentimental memories of my childhood, and youth, and funnily enough it is always summer.

My father on the right before leaving for the USA

My father, RIP, who went to seek his fame and fortune in America when I was five or six, was more American than anybody, but when he got older his Swedish accent became much more pronounced and he also declared that he wanted his ashes spread in the place where he was born. So Swissair let me travel with his ashes in my hand luggage! He now rests in a beautiful place near where he started his life.