Author Archives: Katja

Now definitely Wednesday, just north of Scotland: I couldn’t sleep. Sure I’m tired, but at the same time my body clock is certain. For the last four plus months, I’ve been in places where it’s only fifteen to ten at night now. Barely early bedtime. So I thought I’d spend this last hour and aContinue reading “Chapter 249: Small things of Sweden”

Tuesday or Wednesday, depending on which time zone you choose to put me in, somewhere above the northern Atlantic: People are talking Swedish around me. It feels strange. Well, anyway. We got to the airport, I said bye to mom (we are on different flights), my bag was a little more than four pounds belowContinue reading “Chapter 248: The way back home”

My last night in North America. I’m sitting on Vladimiro’s top floor balcony, watching the non-existing skyline of Phoenix. The desert breeze feels amazing against my skin. I’m just wearing panties and a tanktop. And this is a uncommonly cool night. That’s how hot it is in Phoenix. In seven hours, we’re going to beContinue reading “Chapter 247: Desert breeze”

Just before I left home, my dad got a harddrive full of movies from a friend. Having just gotten a tablet for my trip, I thought filling it up with movies could be a good thing. You never know when you might need to kill some time. And I was right. It’s not as ifContinue reading “Chapter 246: Desert movies”

Saturday evening: It’s raining in Phoenix. The day was hot, and now the rain fills the air with smells. It’s amazing, how one part of the sky is a deep blueish purple from the storm clouds, at the same time as the horizon shifts from a sinister yellow to bright pink and bloody red fromContinue reading “Chapter 245: Desert rain”

They told me Phoenix would be hot in July. They were not kidding. We made it down all the way through Big Sur to Santa Barbara and then up across the mountains and the valley and up some more mountains to Sequoia and King’s Canyon National Parks. Then, the day before yesterday, we flew fromContinue reading “Chapter 244: Desert heat”

Back at the present day. Take a breath. As always, I’m too ambitious with things. Finally, I’ve finished the retelling of our roadtrip. That was over more than a month ago. Now, I’ve already started the other one. With my mom. We are doing fine, driving down highway 1 in a bright yellow Chevrolet. RightContinue reading “Chapter 243: OK, timeout!”

13/6: Well, we were coming from the east and should have taken another route. But it just felt wrong. So we took a detour and arrived in San Francisco in style – accross the Golden Gate Bridge. With “San Francisco” by Hello Saferide playing on Hanna’s phone for the third time that day, of course.Continue reading “Chapter 242: Accross the Golden Gate Bridge”

13/6: Early on Wednesday morning, we started driving back west again. In Mariposa, we stopped at the Happy Burger Diner to have breakfast. That was a really cool diner, man. And the breakfast was delicious too. And then we just drove downhill, non-stop… (the closer we got to the coast, the intenser the traffic gotContinue reading “Chapter 241: Down from the mountains”

12/6: Travelling should be all about experiencing new things. And according to Leslie, mack n’ cheese is one of those truly American things that every American child eats and loves growing up. When she learned that we’d never had it, she gave us a package and told us to try it for ourselves. At theContinue reading “Chapter 240: Mack ‘n cheese”