The Crossings

With the new hammock out on the veranda, I am instantly transported to the Dhofar Governorate, though instead of gazing out over the Arabian Sea, I now overlook our lovely garden in Kålltorp. Just back from an easy recovery run, I had the unexpected pleasure of sharing the forest trails with Sarah, who is in town with her partner and fellow YouTuber Ben Parkes to run Göteborgsvarvet tomorrow.

Unlike last year, Anna and I are saving our road racing energy for the future. And with William coming down with a cold, it remains uncertain whether he will run the 2.4-kilometre version on Sunday. Still, it felt utterly surreal to see Sarah’s photos from Gunnebo Slott and the Delsjö area pop up on Strava – places I know so well, now captured through the lens of someone I have followed online for years.

As for other global crossings, I made a surprise discovery at Systembolaget this afternoon: a bottle of The Crossings from New Zealand, a wine I last had in the Polaris Lounge at SFO back in 2019. I have no idea how I have missed it before – it seems Systembolaget has stocked it for some time – but it brought back a flood of memories from both sides of the Pacific.