Summer will soon be winter

Above photo shows miss Sunshine this morning on the beach. Calm, 25 degrees centigrade, barefoot... This will, however, soon change. Tomorrow, miss Sunshine, me and "uncle" Y goes to France, to the Alps, for a week holiday in the snow and our surroundings will look something like this:

Miss Sunshine doesn't know it yet. She knows we are going with an aeroplane tomorrow, and she knows that they are in the sky. She points and utters something incomprehensible. Aeroplane, bird - they all look the same. Nose, wings, tail, up in the sky. But does she really know that it is the same craft we enter and in which people sit in rows, tightly packed? I don't think so, but I know that she will be fine, she is used to it. Her first trip with an aeroplane was when she was six weeks old and since then we haven't really calmed down with our trips through Europe.

Well, the beach toys have to wait a week - now it is time for us to go skiing and "pulking". Don't think you can actually say "pulking". But you know what I mean. Miss Sunshine will take the pulka/sleigh down the slopes, with her aunt. Yes, her aunt, my other half's sister, doesn't ski, so she comes with us to take care of her niece while her mother goes skiing. Isn't that just the best??!! I am so spoiled. The only bad thing is that Monsieur is not coming. He has to work. Well, that's life. We will, however, enjoy our week to the max!

Traces ineffaçables

Ce chien n'a pas pu attendre...
Et non, ce n'est pas du sable, c'est du béton.

Roundabout

We have our temporary home in a tiny village 10 km south of Valencia called El Saler. It is quite nice there. Better than in the city. Much better than in the city. Less cars, less people, and a lot of space. Except on Sundays, when everyone from the city goes for a long picnic day in the nature reserve Albufera in which El Saler is situated. The other days of the week we more or less have the place for ourselves.

Anyway, around the world a roundabout frenzy has been going on for the last few years. Every single town in Sweden and France are filled with roundabouts. Security reasons. I totally buy that. But that El Saler should get a roundabout was far-fetched. I mean, it already has two roundabouts, one at each side of the village. Now they are actually constructing a third one in the centre of the village. I have followed the work which soon has come to an end, and the result is quite nice. The best thing is that they've got rid of the high kerbs, so now one can easily cross the street with push-chair or wheel-chair. This morning it was time for the decoration in the centre of the roundabout. And it turned out to be... a boat! Gee what a surprise...

There it is, the roundabout with its decoration - a boat.
I wonder what the six (!) people standing around it are discussing.

In the beginning...

...there was a Swedish translator and a French boat builder who didn't know the other one existed. That changed in August 2005 in Malmö when monsieur Boat builder sailed right in to the arms of fröken Translator. Nothing was never to be the same again, only better. Monsieur wasn't, however, alone: he had a Dog, a barking mad, blonde bitch who gave this blog its name. Fröken and the dog didn't like each other that much in the beginning, but they got used to each other and now love each other to bits. One and a half year after monsieur and fröken met, a little miss Sunshine, a mix between them both, saw the light of day.

This little family of four shares its time, at the moment, between Malmö (Sweden), Les Sables d'Olonne (France, see photo to the right), and Valencia (Spain). Yes, they live in suitcases, and yes it's not optimal, but it's quite fun. We meet a lot of peculiar and fun people, we see a lot, we learn new languages, and we try to make the best of every single day.

So, welcome to our blog. We will not write every day, and mistakes concerning the English language may, and will, occur. It's natural - none of us has English as our native language. It may also occur posts written in French. No translation will be done - learn French instead! So, to old friends and new: Carpe diem!