13/1 – Jab, jab, hook and Världens Vackraste.

Yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for all along; a boxing class at a gym, which actually is a boxing class, with focus on the boxing, technique and combinations. No offence to Christian, I totally love his lunchtime box sessions back home. No one can make me train until so close to blackout like him, but it’s not really boxing, is it? Just great training and hard work, with some boxing every now and then. But this, this felt more like a real boxing class. Well, hard for me to say for sure really, since I’ve never been to one, but at least the Professor is a boxer. And luckily, not much verbal communication is needed for a box class, watch, copy and count to a maximum of eight – me like.

Made a sad conclusion the other day: I don’t like Gazpacho. At least not the watermelon version one I made myself out of a fraction of that gigantic green thing taking up half my fridge. If there’s anyone who loves Gazpacho, and has got a good recipe, with or without watermelon, please let me know. I would so want to be proved wrong because it sounds so nice – Gazpacho - what a name. That’s what I should eat on a summer’s day outside my red little house in Villvattnet, the village with the most beautiful name in the world. And it’s not only the name that’s beautiful, driving through it (next time I’ll stop for sure) is just magic and I honestly don’t think the word stress exists in the vocabulary in that part of Sweden. Anyone got a house for sale over there by the way? I could become inhabitant number 14.

Villvattnet - Världens Vackraste