Festival number one

The last two months have had so many impressions and overloaded my brain that now I can hardly breath without burping up some confused memory or picture. LESS than a week after I got back from Israel and the wedding there my loved one decided to surprise me in Stockholm. I hadn’t even unpacked my bag yet!

I was overwhelmed, over the moon and over worked. Luckily I was the only person at work so I could “work from home” another term for “pretend you are working hard when you actually aren’t”.

I can’t really remember what we did during the 3 weeks I made food some days, other days we had dinners at various friends and family.

One week we went up north to a hippy trippy festival. You know the kind, world music, dreadlocks swinging over Djembes, rainbow coloured cars, cute girls giving away free hugs and strangely enough a Thai food stall behind every tree or bush.

Most of you would probably say that this was the perfect place for me. For some reason people think of me as some kind of hippy which pisses me off no end.

Ok, I have long flowing hair without styling but that’s just because I would rather spend my money on a book than a haircut. Long flowing skirts – hmph, something I only wear at home or on a journey far away. But a long skirt is the most practical attire. A long skirt is warm on a cold day and cool on a warm day. Great protection against mosquitoes and comfortable and one doesn’t have to wear underwear. Plus if I had the gorgeous slim legs of my sister, I too would be wearing uncomfortable and impractical miniskirts like her. But as long as I can hear the tiny voice of my mum’s in the back of my head going “Oy, sweetie, it is such a pity you didn’t get daddy’s thin legs!” I will not bother with the minis.

So why does everyone think I am a hippy?

Because I like roaming the world? Not really true, all I want is to find a place where I want to stay and get out of the place I’m currently in.

Do I embrace the philosophy of love, peace and smoking dope? I love love that much is true, but I do not believe in peace and I don’t smoke dope any more. It’s boring.

And all that stuff that many hippies are on about – healing, auras, dream catchers, wicca, astrology and energies – I am truly sorry because I am sure I will hurt someone’s feelings now but all those things are to me just what they are – bull shit.

So after a week I had overdosed on hippies and Thai food and even though we had a great time, as soon as we got on the bus home I was overjoyed.