Mattress Castles

All good things come to an end, of course. But I will start from the beginning. We exchange students had planned to meet in a village called Yngsjö for three days. It was Caienna's idea, one that we congratulated her on. Unfortunately, things didn't work out with the cabin that we were going to stay at. The pipes had frozen over the winter and since exploded. So. No Yngsjö after all.

So we decided to meet in Höör instead, at the scout-building. We came up on Saturday and got settled in. There was a room that was filled with mattresses, two piles that went all the way up to the ceiling. It was only natural that we would spend a good deal of our time with mattress-architecture.

I would like to take this opportunity to introduce Greg. Greg is a former exchange student who has returned to Sweden to take advantage of the less expensive college fees. Greg is studying linguistics which is very interesting to me. He's also studying Mandarin Chinese. He was also our förmyndare, chaperone.

Caienna's host parents came at around five o' clock to help us with dinner. They sent us out into the woods with knifes to get some marshmellow sticks. Greg, Chad, Christoffer and myself tryed to start a fire for a good twenty minutes before we resorted to lighter fluid. That's really how you can see the measure of a man, the amount of time before he gives up on matches.

Dinner was hotdogs and vegtables. After we ate Greg showed us a tower made of timber and binder-twine that was constructed by ten year olds.

The rest of our weekend and monday was basically lots of mattresses and bookworm. Bookworm is a very addicting word game that Christoffer has on his iTouch. At the end of our trip I had played a lifetime of bookworm in the darkness of several different mattress castles.

We left our mattress shrine at five on monday weighed down with lots of leftover food that was originally intended for the five or six people who didn't come. Chad had already left early in the morning because he had to meet with his Rotary Club and get ready for his departure at ten in the morning the next day. That weekend was our last time with Chad.

Breakfast:


Chad asleep in a pile of mattresses:


Grilled Dinner:


Matress fort under construction: