After 4 months living in Sweden, time has come to say goodbye and spend Christmas in Portugal. Now on the bus 801 to Arlanda airport, the sun has greeted me with a shiny yellow light. I haven’t seen it for long… The huge extensions of grass and green trees I saw when coming here have been filled with white snow landscapes and dark branches scattered with falling flakes. The tops of the pine trees trace a thin line on the horizon, with the sun shining behind. As Swedes say (and hopefully me in the future) “Det är solen skiner!”. If someone told me Christmas had born here I would believe so. I leave Sweden missing my family and friends back in Portugal, but I realize I’ll also miss the friends I made here in the last few months, as well as the magic spirit of this country. The cold is a minor problem after adapting to it and can well be refreshing for the mind. I feel I belong in Sweden and I’ll be back here in 2 weeks. The bus is arriving and the check-in awaits me. A sign at the airport says:
“You haven’t seen nothing yet”
It makes sense if you haven’t been to Sweden before!
View from the airplane window – a frozen peaceful world
Arrival at Oporto – Douro river
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