Before returning home, we go to the supermarket to buy some snacks for the pre-party and to look for an non-alcoholic and non-fizzy beverage. Mission impossible! I suggest still water; honestly, he’s seriously considering my advice. At some point I begin to have strong stomach cramps. Fredrick speaks to me, but I can’t hear him because of the sharp pain. At the beginning he doesn’t see me because he is busy looking for the low calories drink for his friend who has just started a diet for his holiday in Barcelona. Suddenly I see all black, I ask my friend how to say: “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Var är Toeletten… Why?” Before he finishes his sentence, I’m already gone! I hear his laughter in the distance. So what if he laughs! I ask the cashier where the bathroom is with the same emphasis a robber demands money. Actually he scarily answers me: “Downstairs!” When he realizes the situation he starts to laugh too. Damn! I go down the escalators, but I only see stores closed .. and on the other side, the exit. PANIC! And if I did it in the parking lot? Oh there are children, that’s an embarrassing situation. I come back and I ask the first person I see. He points his finger and I notice the sign of the bathrooms. Finally I arrive and prepare to “mummify” the seat with toilet paper, when I see it is immaculate, clean, perhaps the cleanest bath house I’ve ever seen. Ahh! SAINT SWEDISH!
Fredrick’s waiting for me when I leave the store with the bag of groceries; he can’t look at me without laughing, asks me if I’m doing right, as we walk to the car. I reply: “Yes, yes, but walk slower!” unable to restrain the laugh. Now that everything has gone well for me, I too find it funny.
A new sentence: “Jag har fött two tvyllingan.” It means “I delivered twins!” The Swedish humor is funny like the sand in the middle of the underwear!*
When I get in the car I bend down to get my bag and realize that it is not there! Fredrick calls Mary to ask if I left it at her place. “Is it a Black Lacoste?” asks Mary. Check the entrance where we left out jackets and shoes. Congratulations Fabio!
We took us half an hour with the navigator the first time, so we decide that it doesn’t need to activate it, cause as we have already made that road a few hours.
Famous last words, we probably have taken the road much longer, an hour after we light the lamp and write the address on the navigator. The navigator we doesn’t speak to us, he says to go left or right so we have some way to go, we’re good! After an hour we finally arrive to Mary’s apartment, she ask us what we did. Tonight we go after the drink in a club near Slussen in central Stockholm.
* La sabbia in mezzo alle mutande: a tipical italian expression