Monrads Gate

It’s stormy in the States right now. I guess you all have heard about Joplin, MO, where over 230 persons died the the last week in the tornados. I was in Missouri that day, a couple hours from the storms, on a train towards them. Luckily the train turned and changed direction after a while. But there was intense storms with rain, thunder, extreamly strong winds, and even the sky turned black in the middle of the day. All of a sudden it was dark outside. But I didn’t realize what the storms would cause until I got to Kansas City a few hours later when I got to see the disaster on TV.

I can’t even imagine how incredibly strong and damaging a tornado would be since the storm I was in obviously wasn’t nearly as bad.

Slightly ashamed to admit, I actually did the opposite from everything my experienced friends had told me about public transportations and took a 9,5 hour long Greyhound bus ride between Kansas City and Minneapolis the other day. And needless to say, I encountered some of the most interesting people on that bus.

Imagine a cow boy with an accent so weird not even the Americans would understand him. Then add some white trash, a few gangsta dudes, a few Mexicans, some black guys, an Amish couple, a hippie that slept the whole way and a really funny bus driver. That was my company that day.

And honestly, I had a blast with those people.

Has anyone who reads this been to Mall of America? The largest shopping mall in America. It’s huge. For example, there is an amusement park in the mall. Yes, in the mall.

Hope to put up some pictures on fb soon.

I guess you can google it too.

Yeah. Just google it.

The last week has been crazy in many ways. After being in Tennessee for about two weeks, I headed to Kentucky, Arkansas, Missouri, Kansas, where I met some friends, then Iowa and Minnesota where I am now.

And yes, almost everyone has Swedish or Norweigan ancestry and they all know how many percent they are which nationality. Met a black guy today and his last name was Jörgensen. Also met a girl who had cousins in Kristinehamn, which is 20 minutes form where i live, and she had been in my hometown Karlstad just a year ago. A teacher in Jonathans school also had relatives near Karlstad and a lot of people know some random Swedish words. Kinda fun.

I stay with my friend Jonathan and his family one hour west from Minneapolis for a week, until Tuesday I fly out.