Author Archives: Katja

June and July: The dogs at Time Out Farms got me warmed up, but it was the four dogs at Duckworth Farm that finalized my total change of heart. Especially the beautiful little lady dog Troubles.   I’ve never really had anything against dogs, I’ve just always prefered horses. I felt that they had soContinue reading “Chapter 258: My new best friend, the dog”

22-24/6: I had barely had time to settle down at Duckworth Farm before I left again. Because, on Friday morning at breakfast, Lorri told us that this weekend was the Gay Pride weekend in San Francisco and one thing lead to another and somehow we ended up deciding to go to San Francisco for theContinue reading “Chapter 257: The San Francisco Gay Pride festival”

June and July: In the afternoons, on Saturdays when we only had to do stable chores, or on Sundays when we had no work at all, we sometimes biked into Sebastopol, the closest town to Duckworth Farm. It’s a pretty special place, even by Northern Californian standards.   It’s a place where old hippies andContinue reading “Chapter 257: Sebastopol”

June and July: Yeah, so, my main task as a wwoofer at Duckworth Farm was working in the blueberry field. When I told people back home about this, they got a little confused. Is it really possible to grow blueberries? Don’t they just grow in the wild? Well, these weren’t our small, wild Scandinavian blueberries.Continue reading “Chapter 256: The days if berry picking”

June and July: After Hanna left to go back to Sweden, I took the bus across the Golden Gate Bridge and went to the city of Sebastopol, Sonoma County, to wwoof at Duckworth Farm. Duckworth Farm is a small, family run farm that grows organic hay and organic blueberries as it’s main business. They alsoContinue reading “Chapter 255: Life at Duckworth Farm”

16/6: On Saturday night, we decided to go out dancing. It ended up being a night with so many turns and twists that I’ve never could’ve anticipated, and I learned that in San Francisco anything can happen. I’m not going to tell the whole story of this night, because that would just be too long.Continue reading “Chapter 254: There is nothing like a night out in San Francisco”

June: Since Eric and most of his friends worked in bars and restaurants, their hours mostly meant being up all night and sleeping all day. Well, that wouldn’t do for Hanna and me. We wanted to see San Francisco by daylight too. So, we ignored our sleep deprivation and went out into the city toContinue reading “Chapter 253: Being a tourist in San Francisco”

14/6: Our first night in San Francisco, Eric asked Hanna and me if we wanted to go to a baseball game the next day. This got Hanna all excited. Her brother is really into baseball, and he would be so jealous if she went to a real baseball game in the US. As for me,Continue reading “Chapter 252: The all-American pastime”

June: In San Francisco, Hanna and I stayed with Eric, the Californian Viking. Or, so atleast he claims himself. That was the first thing he told me when we first met. Him being a viking, due to his Scandinavian heritage. And sure, he does looks like one: tall and big and red haired. But loudContinue reading “Chapter 251: The Californian Viking”

It’s been a week now, since I arrived in Stockholm again after five months of travel. It felt odd, the first day, speaking Swedish and being around all these familiar places. But surprisingly fast I got used to everything and I even started feeling like I’d never been away at all. That scared me. ThatContinue reading “Chapter 250: Home”