Vroom Vroom

Just seconds before writing this blog, I threw my hands behind my head and leaned as far as I could backwards over my chair- resulting in the most horrid, excruciatingly painful "POP" I've ever felt in my spine. Someone call for a wheel chair some morphine, please. Thanks.

So.... did you miss me? I know, I know, it's been two full days since my last VAA update. I have good reasons for my tardiness, however. Let me explain.

On Tuesday evening (during my sacred blog time), I found myself at the Motala Speedway for some motorcycle racing. Sofia's Dad invited me to tag along and watch Sweden's top two teams battle it out for the number one spot in the country. I politely agreed to go to the event not knowing what to expect. Well, let me tell you, what sounded like a fun evening turned out to be one of the most memorable times I've had in a long time.

First of all, the place was PACKED with enthusiastic Swedes. If you know anything about anything, you'll know that Swedes do not easily show outward signs of emotion, so that makes the fact that these people were excited even more... um...exciting. Yeah.

Secondly, the motorcycle racing itself was pretty fantabulous (that's a real word- go ahead and Google it). I mean, those guys got on thier bikes and rode like Satan himself was right behind them. They tore around each corner chasing after one another with raw competitive spirit. There were crashes, there was dirt flying in the air, there was people screaming in Swedish- it was sweet.

Last, but not least, the reason why the motorcycle races happened to forever cement itself in my brain is because the two teams (Motala Pirates and the (something-something) Indians) were neck and neck throughout all 15 heats- making it even more nail-bitingly suspensful. Yes, the Motala Pirates lost by a couple of points (tears were shed by many a fan) but we'll get 'em next time won't we, fellas!?

Tell you what, I will include a little video for you to see the first heat of the night. The following races were much better than this one, but it'll give you a little taste of what I'm talking about.




So, that was Tuesday. On Wednesday, we went to a dinner party with Sofia's Dad's side of the family and we were there until pretty late. Actually, truth be told, I went home earlier than the rest of the group because I'm a weenie and can't stay up as late as everyone else. So, I went home, changed my di-di, sucked my thumb, crawled into my crib, and fell asleep way before everyone else came home. It's okay, I know I'm a wimp.

That brings us to today- a day spent taking care of errands and tying up loose ends before I head back to Stockholm on Saturday and then fly to Reyjkavik, Iceland on Sunday. I've got tons more to report on, so I'll write again tomorrow and bring you all up to speed on what's new here in ol' Sweden.

Skol! (that's 'cheers!' in Swedish)

PS. If you happened to call my bluff and Google 'fantabulous'. you'll know by now that that whole things about it being a real word was a bald-faced lie. But, it is a good word, isn't it?