In between

Late on Friday night, I made it back to Umeå. Frustratingly, my bag did not so I had to bike over to the airport today with William to pick it up. In between, I have been painting the neighbourhood carports, a slightly ironic activity for someone who does not own a car. Unfortunately, one of the neighbours fell from a ladder when painting and hurt himself quite badly so it was not the best of days but at least we managed to finish the job.

And now I am already checked in for my flight tomorrow that will eventually take me to the Pacific, although via the Bosporus. It may be cheap aesthetics but there is something with an SFO-tag that gets me every time.