Portugal - Madeira
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Finally arrived in Madeira
I spoke to soon, and jinxed it. Of course there was a delay on the flight, do to snow on the staircase leading up to the aircraft. Not a big delay though, just for an hour so thats okey. We Ieft home really early yesterday so we were pretty out of it last night, so we took a walk, had some dinner and got to bed early. That means Im up before the sun rises and are ready to start exploring the Island. Me and the airport in Funchal Last nights sunset //Ann #travelblogger
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Heavy snowfall
The snow fell last night, and it’s heavy with the snow. Not chaos worth of snow, not nearly as much and even though we live in Sweden and it’s kind of known for it’s snow there’s always chaos when the first real snow hits. There’s truckers everywhere, trains canselled and schools are out. So what about flights?The flights are on time as usual, but the roads leading up to the airports are worse. It’s like you’re trying to get north of the wall, while passing throgh a heard of fugitive sheep. Not that I blame them. There’s snow. With all it’s glory. The snow is really beautiful, but I’m really…
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Advent wishlist, part 1
Thought of doing a christmas calendar, but what’s the use of that, there’s a new blogpost up on our blog everday anyways. We’re going to divide our wishlist into four parts and share one each advent sunday. So it’s going to be somewhat of a christmas wishlist, predictions, wants and needs in alphabetical order. A as in Auschwitz:One place I’ve always wanted to visit is Auschwitz, just to really see what it was like at the concentration and extermination camps. I want too see what it was like during the war. I want to see history with my own eyes. B for Bucharest. Did you know that there’s a 27…
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I booked a christmas trip…
… to Madeira. We’ll be spending our christmas eve on the portuguese island in the atlantic ocean. Merry christmas to me right? I have only spent the christmas holidays abroad once before, but I was really young at the time so I hardly remember. Its one of those memory fogs where I cant tell if I actually remember, or if its the old photographs and the stories told about them that I remember. You know that feeling?
