A weekend in Poole
I helgen var jag i Poole med en vän. Det var första gången jag lämnade London sedan jag flyttade hit och jag måste säga att det var skönt att byta miljö och koppla bort all stress.
On the way there we ate at a sushi place, which is now my favourite place ever. I love it when food just passes right by me on a belt and I get to pick anything I want.
Poole is by the sea, so naturally we went to look at it. It was nice and smelled of sea, just as it should. I almost blew away because of the strong wind.
På lördagen gick vi en promenad som var en pärs av enorma mått. En annan var hungrig och eventuellt lite trött på grund av öldrickande som ägt rum kvällen innan, så vi skulle gå till hamnen och äta Fish & Chips. "Det tar bara en timme att gå," sa Ash. Problemet var att när vi väl kom in till stan (kanske en och en halv timme senare) så skulle vi handla lite. "Men snart ska vi äta," sa Ash. Fyra affärer och ytterligare en timme senare var vi äntligen på väg till hamnen. Jag ska aldig mer lita på Ash.
Translation:
(Det kan eventuellt ha varit mitt fel också, eftersom jag ville köpa ett strykjärn. Och tofflor. Och titta på leksaker.)
Poole Harbour.
På söndagen gick vi upp på heden som ligger i närheten av Ashs hus.
Fresh air. Nature. Ash's back.
Resten av helgen har vi mest bara slappat. Ash har introducerat mig för brittisk tv och jag insisterade på att vi skulle titta på Sällskapsresan 2: Snowroller. Vi hann med ett pubbesök också. Och hemlagad Sunday roast, som tydligen är en viktig tradition i England.
Translation:
This weekend I went to Poole with a friend. It was the first time I left London since I moved here and I must say it was nice with a change of scenery.
On the Saturday we went for an enormously challenging walk. I was hungry and possibly a bit hungover and we were going for Fish & Chips near the harbour. "It only takes an hour to walk," Ash said. About an hour and a half later we finally got into town, but then we had to do some shopping. "We will eat soon," Ash said. Four shops and another hour later we finally headed towards the harbour. I'm never trusting Ash again. (It may also have been my fault, because I wanted to buy an iron. And slippers. And look at toys.)
On the Sunday we walked up to the heath near Ash's house. Then we ate home made Sunday roast, which apparently is a big thing here in England.
The rest of the weekend we mostly just relaxed. Ash introduced me to British television and I insisted we would watch a Swedish movie called Sällskapsresan 2: Snowroller. We aso went to a pub.
