finally a picture post.

Yupe. We went skiing.

It was so much fun! We took a 15min bus ride out to the slopes and it was hugeee. And steep. But according to the Italian boys, this was nothing compared to the slopes they have at home. I fell like 124093274 times. But still, everything was awesome. The view of jonkoping at the top of the slope, everyone else's amazing skiing, the snow which fell (albeit from a machine), the wet gloves, the ski lift (which you're suppose to fall when taking it for the first time) and the sitting on the slopes and taking it all in.

Marco and Pelin's boyfriend snowboarded while the rest of us skied. Everyone else skis/snowboards really well and all I was doing was falling. I'm not kidding. My goal of the day was to get to the bottom of the slope unassisted. And I did! Even though it took like xx minutes. Not telling you because you will laugh at me. Every kid, no EVERYONE THERE, skis better than me. Makes me want this life of bringing my kids to the ski slopes instead of getting them to put down their PSP.

At the end of the day, everything hurts. Even things without names hurts. But it was awesome.
You haven't been to Sweden if you haven't gone to the ski slopes.

Since I'm already flooding you with pictures, here's a video of matteo's fantastic skiing. All of them ski like that. I was so ashamed.



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When we came back, Marco and I made a trip down to church even though there wasn't any service. We sat in the pews in the dark and prayed. I talked to You like I haven't had in awhile and it reminded me of who You are, who I am and what You have done for me.

It was a good day :)

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I promise I will update more regularly and post more pictures.