It's now Sunday and I had a free day to do what I wish. This morning and afternoon I found a spot under a tree and leaned against a rock to draw and paint. From where I was you could hear sounds from the main village about 1/2 mile away and the occasional group of young people walking by. At this point, it's not too hard to pick out which language is being spoken.
Two hours this morning, I did my best to do a landscape in a more realistic manner but realized that I don't have the tools to pull that off. In the afternoon, I took a more realistic approach and almost finished a more abstract landscape.
The weather finally turned nice and is now in the mid-70's, breezy, and completely sunny. That is good as I needed to wash my shirt for work. We have a tan-colored shirt to identify us in the store and mine was getting a bit ripe. Despite a wind, the weather was so humid that nothing would dry before today.
Being almost 54, I can tell that things don't work as they used to. Taking a short break last night at work, I laid on a bench to flatten my back and I had to get another old guy working with me to help me up. Mornings are tough but after a shower, I feel good.
The food is OK but not to my preference. There is a Swedish current, but I long for spicy and sweet things. Lunch was a variation on Mexican and was a great diversion from white fish and oatmeal. A coke at the end of the day will apparently have to be my food connection to home for now.