No need for words, right? Jab, jab, direito, direito. Jab, direito, cruncha, cruza.At the end of March, when I had my parents, brother and brother’s friend visiting, we all squeezed into a car to go to Petrópolis. The expectations were sky high after all the praise the town gets in tourist guide books, which had only been increased even more by colleagues and friends here who claimed that it is soooo picturesque, and soooo nice. Having a hard time to see a town, or to me a city, with more than 200,000 people as picturesque, but that might be some kind of Scandinavian damage to my brain. To Petrópolis’ defence, the drive to get there was very scenic, and the museums we went to, which weren’t closed for renovation like most of them, were definitely worth a visit. Especially, the Imperial Palace, which was literally like entering a different era. Eh…duh…that’s the whole point with it, but anyways. Well kept, authentic furniture, clothes, pictures, lots of history and best of all – the floors. Like a dream! Massive wooden floor boards out of this world. Imagine having just a little room somewhere with wonders like that, will put it on my dream list for future living, together with gas stove and high water pressure in the shower.
Thanks to the wooden artwork we were supposed to walk on, I think this was my second closest time being like Pippi when she washes her floors by skating around inside with soap everywhere. To protect the amazing floorboards, you get these gigantic slippers with furry soles. And they make it impossible to move your feet in any other way than sliding around with ice-skating moves, quite a sight to watch the girls who showed up in stilettos to be honest.And the closest time being like the strongest girl in the world? Probably about 10 years ago when I was enjoying having moved out from my parents and decided to clean my bathroom in Luleå, with scrubbing brushes on my feet, just like Pippi, and just because I could without anyone telling me not to.
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