July 12 - Swedish Summer
I arrived at the airport in Stockholm on Wednesday afternoon, on the plane from Amsterdam. The cold and the rain that met me when I stepped out of the airport made me understand that it was all lies about "the wonderful weather" (as some of my friends had written me). It's good to be home again anyway!
Everything went fine, except that my luggage didn't really reach Sweden until the day after. Everything is as clean and well organized as I remember it. No more chicken buses packed with people and animals, at least not for a while.
These six months have left some deep impressions in my life. All the wonderful people I met. All the beautiful and not so beautiful things I saw. The real stories from the real people living in these poor countries. It will take awhile to digest all this I think.
