A Windmill in Särdal

For whatever reason, I wasn't expecting to see windmills like this in Sweden. In some primary, word-association way my mind insisted that old-fashioned windmills were in Holland and....Holland. Finding the three beautiful, old-fashioned windmills in the Halmstad / Laholm area was a happy surprise. On my first Saturday night in Sweden, Peter took me to a concert at one of the windmills. It was a singer/songwriter named Jan Olaf-Andersson. Much of his performance was in the form of musical storytelling. Most of it was very funny; at least I assume it was because the audience laughed a lot. I, of course, couldn't understand more than the occassional word or phrase (prompting me to excitedly whisper such things to Peter as "Travel! He just said something about travel! Right??") but the guitar playing was wonderful and I enjoyed it as much as he did. On the drive home we shared a meatball and red beet salad sandwich bought at a convenience store. I considered trying it to be an act of bravery comparable to skydiving. It actually was really good.

I told Peter this is the only time I've ever seen him look small.