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28 Years Young

I have to admit, 28 has been pretty swell so far. 
my birthday party, photo by Heini

I woke up to NS singing me happy birthday with breakfast in bed (a Swedish tradition) – a cheese and marmalade sandwich with dried mango slices on the side (not a Swedish tradition) – and a birthday candle to blow out. No matter that I could only manage 1 bite; not used to eating until I’m at my desk at work. 

Lunch at one of Stockholm’s best Thai restaurants (there are many), Koh Phangan. An incredible fika at work of raspberry white chocolate cupcakes, directly followed by the Swedish Fat Tuesday pastry called semla (see below). How convenient (and appropriate, given my love of food) that my birthday fell on such a day. 

And in the evening, a lovely book club meeting to discuss The Kitchen House, an amazing, albeit depressing book. With heart-shaped chocolate cupcakes with chocolate cream-cheese frosting. No wonder my nickname is Kakie.

On Saturday, I threw myself a birthday party with about 30 of my nearest and dearest. I don’t imagine our neighbors were too happy given the increasing music volume as the evening progressed into morning – but we didn’t mind. And hey, no one complained. 

And on Monday, I started my annual bikram yoga marathon, this time for 10 days. It’s the new studio discount, and fortunately for me, a new studio just opened up. Not sure what I’ll do when this one’s done since I’ll have used up my newcomer deals at all of Stockholm’s studios, but I’m feeling amazing for now. Hurrah 28!


semla (1), semlor (many!)

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