Two steps forward, one step back!

A week has passed and this newbie Dub hasn't had a moment of boredom, I can tell you that!
I´ve made two new amazing friends, lost someone really special and adapting (still am) to a totally new way of living.

One of my goals here in life is to learn something new everyday and with these 7 days the learning curve has hit the roof. Not so much the general bigger picture but the small things in everyday life.
Like the alcohol thing for example - no monopoly!
The day before I left Sweden I grabbed my dad´s arm and I said to him:
"Imagine it dad! From now on I can have me a beer when ever the heck I want!"
(For someone who's been getting her drink on like 4 times/year this still is a major thing.)

I´ve been getting myself around by foot a lot to get to know the town and one thing that really stands out to me are the doors, the front doors of private houses. A regular handle is quite a rarity actually. Most common is a knob that you can either turn or not, placed in a regular human usage height or in knee level(???!!!).
Some doors doesn't have a handle or a knob at all, you just open it with your key. I call them "poor doors".

Another most common feature here is gas! This is a new area to me. Like my kitchen for example,
it contains one of my nightmare monsters of all time - the stove and oven!
I´ve had so many terrorising daydreams about blowing the house into pieces boiling a simple egg.
But practice makes perfect and the house still stands.
Now my 8 min boiled egg breakfasts with tea has become a calm and nice way to start the day. I only need to listen for that hissing sound and just not light a fire and I´m all good.

On to getting that relaxing, spa feeling kind of a shower before you go to bed. It´s not happening!
The freaking thing runs on gas too, of course, and starts via a button on a box on the wall that sounds like a vacuum cleaner when turned on. So me and my neighbours can no longer enjoy my vocal sensations to the tunes of Singing in the rain, but what are you gonna do?

When living in the suburbia a local and cheap grocery store with a wide range of supplies is a luxury I don't have... buuuut, because of that I've actually found, once again, a way to shop till you drop without that major cash flow. I just simply order my weekly stash of food online, via Tesco.
Just browse, add to cart and they'll deliver the next day for an astonishing delivery fee of 4€ (39 kr)!!!
The hardest part of this luxury is the morning deliveries... from now on I have to sleep with my make up on so I can greet the nice delivery man... at all!

Ok, on to the forecast! Is it constantly raining over here? No! But dressing accordingly is a tricky thing. To be really prepared you need to always have a bag packed with sun lotion, flip flops, wellies and a wind jacket. The weather gods are that indecisive. But I can tell you, the grass here has a colour green I´ve never seen before.

To summon it all up, things are going really great, except for losing an important part of my life, but sometimes you have to let go even though you don't want to. That´s life Sinatra, no matter where you are, but this town has a way of coming to the rescue to mend it.
People here are so kind and so polite. Strangers saying hello to me, a friendly smile from a fellow jogger, always a "Sorry!" when accidentally bumping or almost bumping into someone in the crowded city centre and an overall, true willingness to help amongst people.

That concludes week one. One step back... let´s jump!