It’s been a long time since I wrote something here but I have a good excuse for that, a very good excuse. So here I am sitting at my desk in the evening and writing this while enjoying a cold glass of lemonade. Since the last time I wrote I had the opportunity and the honor to see Alice Cooper play live for the second time in my life. To my shame I should have written a blog post just about that show, because it was worth it, but I didn’t, I apologize for that. I will however mention him here and now and say that, besides feeling like I was 6 again, I don’t know exactly if I assisted to a rock concert or a Broadway play. His show was complete, it was a full act that brought in front of my eyes not just a musician but a complete showman. Hats off, I enjoyed it a lot!

Soon after I entered some holiday mood that I am still trying to snap out of so I can successfully finish my thesis that I’ve been working on quite hard for the past months.

Not long into my holiday, while I was in a very special place that I am going to talk about in my next post, more precisely in Båstad, something great happened. Something that I’ve been dreaming of for a long, long time and I was really close to see my dream come true 3 times before: Horia won Wimbledon. I think that was one of the best afternoons ever. I remember the tension of the first set (they defeated Murray/Peers in 3 straight sets) and then I just saw how they distance themselves and just fly towards the victory in the two that followed. It was a totally twisted and opposite story compared to the three previous finals that he played in Wimbledon alongside Robert Lindstedt (2010, 2011, 2012). What joy to see him lift that trophy by his partner’s side, Jean-Julien Rojer, Juls for the ones who are familiar with the team.

This summer in maximum 28 degrees I probably ate more ice cream than I have eaten last summer back home in 37. I also dared to go to the beach and splash around in the, surprisingly, not so cold water of the sea around Stockholm. I still remember how to ride a bike but my skills in the city traffic are horrible, thank God for the bushes on the side of the road. My favorite thing though was swinging. And I noticed that I managed to go out in a t-shirt in 17 degrees, sweat and think it was too warm for what I was wearing. So far I can say that my Summer was amazing, too bad it had to end, and for a good reason now I have to snap out of it and go back to focusing on school and research.

I will wrap up the stories of my Summer tomorrow with an entry about the amazing days I spent in Båstad and the wonderful people I had the pleasure to see again or meet for the first time. I end writing this post while listening to Måns Zelmerlöw perform “Heroes” at a near by concert. The audience seems to be going crazy, sounds like fun.