The Sunday after Mom went home, we had games in Göteborg. I have never played somewhere this beautiful. Until now, the prettiest place I had played softball was when I was 12 years old and we played in the mountains atop a mountain overlooking the valley from the rightfield fence. The field at Göteborg blew that out of the water. While the field itself was not t
he greatest as we played on the baseball field, the surroundings were amazing. Behind homeplate, I could see a village nestled on a mountain side and the valley between where we were playing and this town. The red terracotta roofs in conjunction with the brightly colored houses made for quite a view from the mound. As you can see in the picture, there was a mountain right behind left and centerfields. If you look closely, there's a Swedish flag in the picture as well. This picture was actually taken with Marie's cell phone. These colors are not enhanced in any way. This is what it looked like. It was so gorgeous! I don't know that we even have places that look like this in the States. But anywho, back to the softball :). We won both of the games that day one of which was a no hitter! Way to go Saints! :)This past week I was able to help three of the girls get their feet wet in pitching! I did basically the same thin
One awesome perk of living in another country is being exposed to the culture and the language. For those of you who knew me while in undergrad and grad school, you know I studied linguistics (a basic definition of which is 'the scientific study of language'). Since I've been here, I've been mildly obsessed with learning as much Swedish as I can. Thus far, I can count to 20, say basic introductory phrases, ask for something, and use choices phrases (among the first things my friends taught me, haha!). Even though I'm trying really hard to learn, Swedish is probably one of the tougher languages to learn. Even though it's like a cousin to English (it's a North Germanic language while English is a Germanic language) and many words sound very similar to English words, Swedish is a tonal language. This means that a single word can be pronounce the same way, but with two different tone patters and thus have two different meanings. Because of this, I have a hard time conveying my actual point. Everyone says they can kiiiiiind of understand what I'm trying to say, but I'm just not getting quite there. Lina says that when I speak Swedish, I sound like the guy from the movie Pink Panther when he tries to say, 'I would like to buy a hamburger.' Sadly, I think this is a pretty accurate representation of my Swedish. I'm still working on it though. We'll see how I progress haha!
Yet another perk to living in a foreign country is exploring the town in which I live. I've gone walking around town a couple of times. It's strange to say, but some areas remind m

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