Took the pony down to the beach for a ride after lunch.
Helping the kids with their homework. It’s a tad bit depressing that these kids are better at reading out loud than I am.
The poolmaster is cleaning and preparing the pool for the mandatory winter covering. Shoes is overrated.
The project manager is micro managing.
I got to go to the store today and stock up on swedish sweets. Noticed that the avocados are cheaper in Sweden than in California! Not fair! How is that even possible? Everything else is more expensive!
Breakfast for the next couple of days…
We went into the little town of Laholm for the yearly farmers market after breakfast. There wasn’t a lot of exciting stuff, but we had to try everything!
Lunchfika at the cafe, this is where the family maxed out dad’s credit card.
Last time I rode a horse was some 13 years ago if I remember correctly so I don’t think my mom was expecting the “yeah” when she asked late last night if I wanted to take the stallion out for a ride.
My mom think I can just pick up where I left off 13 years ago and it wasn’t more comforting that she kind of quickly mentioned that no one has been sitting on him for over a year, after I get up. I was super shaky and thought I’d fall off right away, but I eventually got a hang of it.
People who don’t ride horses think it’s a piece of cake, but it is actually truly exhausting. It didn’t take me long to get winded and every muscle in my body started to give up. I’ll be happy if I can get out of bed tomorrow.
The kids got to ride him after.
Playtime before dinner.
My favoritest dog in the world!
My favoritest chef and grillmaster in the world!
It’s only a 20 minute ride between Helsingborg and Helisngør so we went back and fourth a couple of times. You get a pretty decent view over the Kronborg Slot, or Hamlets Castel as it’s probably better known as.
Got home and had some play time. Super stoked the kids are still using their skateboards, though it seems like the rollerblades might be more popular at the moment.
Waiting for the chef to finish up dinner, what would life be without cellphones?
Best dinner ever!
It’s kind of a bummer that the kids also like crayfish, I’d rather have them stay away so it’ll be more for me.
My first flight was early in the morning so I didn’t have my regular pre-flight beer but I had plenty of time for that at my stopover in Toronto.
Alexander Keith’s IPA didn’t taste anything like an IPA. Tasted more like a lager to me.
The hotel where the last scene in Pretty Woman was shot.
I pretty quickly lost focus on the tour as nothing was really new to me and I got tired of listening to the guide saying mmmkay, alright and oh yeah! like a broken record. I should start charging people and do my own tour!
Got to take a selfie infront of the sign!
Guitar Center’s Hollywood RockWalk on Sunset Blvd.
The entrance to my least favorite city in California – Beverly Hills.
Drove around the streets of Beverly Hills for a while looking at big fences and gates where apparently big stars live or used to live. Carolwood Dr is where Michael Jackson spent his last hours on earth.
After almost two hours they dropped us back on the Hollywood Blvd, I felt like there was a lot he left out on the tour, like he didn’t show us the famous Troubadour Club or Rodeo Dr.
I should send more postcards!
Came across my current favorite creepy artists star on the boulevard.
We were skiing for a couple of hours, but my toes were cold and the visibility was bad, so we took an early break.
I actually felt motivated after the break, but the conditions turned even worst. The last run down it started to rain, we could see about 6 feet in front of us and I got motion sick.
We threw in the towel.
They had awesome restrooms!
If we understand the sign correctly, this place rent by the hour?
Back at the airport, time to leave Chile for now.
A last beer while we are waiting for me to be checked in.
So, I am flying business class this trip. Flying business does not necessary mean you get to hang out in the airline lounge, but as I checked in to go home, the guy behind the counter told me to go here. I got to hang out with the old people and drink free wine. My first glass of wine in Chile is at the airport lounge waiting to go home… what happen?
Finally got our car out and headed to Pomaire, 40 minutes east of Santiago. The overcast made us feel good about taking a day off sightseeing instead of skiing.
A bartender a couple nights ago told us about Pomaire, a tiny town with tons of pottery. Since we were super early, we got there before everything open up.
Watch your head if you are over 5 feet tall.
They love avocados so much here that they named a street after them.
After we learned about O’Higgins in Rancagua, we have been a little obsessed by him.
Around noon more stores started to open up, we kind of figured that it was in the middle of the winter and probably not the peak season for them. The owners is probably at home playing video games.
I wanted one of these piggy banks, but I don’t want to have to break it to get my money out.
Very awesome empanada for lunch!
When we felt we had seen Pomaire, we made our way over to Valparaiso. The driver said he needed to pull over to “take a leak”. I asked him to stop somewhere with a nice view so I could take photos.
Thank You!
Valparaiso is the second largest city in Chile, located on a hill off the coast. Kind of the San Fransisco of California.
We had an ice cream and headed back to Barrio Bellavista for dinner and our last night out.
We were pretty stoked that we stayed up close to 1am, until we walked by this huge line to get into the nightclub… We were ready to hit the bed while everyone else just got in line to continue party for another 4 hours.
Since I don’t have the patient to stop for a second and put the letters in the correct order when I read things, I thought this guy was promoting his album Retardo Iluminado.
This painting outside out room has been creeping me out the last few nights.
There’s a mural on every single building in this area of Santiago.
The sun rise over the Andes.
You can see the slopes of El Colorado up there!
Valle Nevado gave us sunshine and a foot of fresh snow today, awesomeness!
Soaking up some vitamin D in the chair lift.
Lunch nap!
A$her had one goal with this trip; get a photo of him with snow covered mountains in the background. Today was a good day for that.
My goal was to avoid as many photos taken of me as possible.
You thought the dogs were only in the city? Oh no, they’re roaming around on the mountain as well.
The brave people touch the dog, the ones who are scared of all sorts of fleas and diseases keep their distance.
After 6 hours of skiing, there’s still untouched snow to be skied, how is that possible?
I had a slight headache and we were in the hunt for coffee but as we walked through Barrio Bellavista, we got the taste for a beer instead.
A bunch of street musicians came by to play us some music, a ton of fun and a good way to get rid of our spare change.
I cut my finger a little yesterday and the scar has been bothering me a little as it always gets messy when I put my glove on or trying to grab something from my pocket. I asked the ticket booth, ski school and reception for a bandaid but with no luck, I tried to hunt down ski patrol that seems to be everywhere but totally disappeared when I needed them. I went to the pharmacy and bought myself a box of bandaid instead.
We were trying to fight it and not put on the snow chains, but then this happen;
Asher putting on the chains while I’m doing what I do best, stand on the side and laugh at him when he can’t figure it out.
My ski partner is fired from being being photographed until he has gotten some more colorful clothes.
Barrio Bellavista is a really cool neighborhood, a ton of interesting murals and super playful.
Even though it is considered being winter here, people are sitting outside and it’s always empty inside the restaurants. Super charming! I am pretty sure the restaurants and clubs get crowded past midnight, but we are old and sleepy and check out at 11pm every night.
They left some trash out for the dogs, in case they’re hungry.
