Fall Weekend

Saturday I decided to participate in the local and somewhat cheesy Harvest Festival in the city park. For such a widely publicized event it was smaller than I expected but it was still pretty cute. I had a Swedish waffle and then bought a bottle of applemust from a cute, old Swedish couple.

I have no idea where I was at this point but it was nice to find.

Later that night I felt very Swedish with my Swedish yellow pea soup with mustard and the applemust I bought. Pretty delicious.


Today I attempted to ride the 8-9km route over to Lomma Beach. After about 5km in, riding with the wind directly blowing against me, I started to second guess my decision to go on this bike ride in the first place. But I still really wanted to get to the beach so I kept going. At this point it's so windy that there are tears streaming down my face and I realize that I have not seen one other person on the bike path, however, I still wanted to make it to Lomma.

So I kept going and then I get 2km away and I hit a freeway. The bike path veers left away from Lomma and the only way I see to get to Lomma is crossing the freeway over this highway bridge, but there's no way to cross to the right side of the highway to get on the bridge and get over the freeway. I'm utterly perplexed now and felt I had no choice but to turn around.

The only thing that salvaged the ride was seeing these super cute Swedish cows.