Visit to Varberg

This weekend I retreated North to the wonderful city of Varberg! Upon my arrival I soon noticed that I'm really going to have to start pulling out my warm sweaters, hats, gloves, and scarfs... it's FREEZING! With temperatures in the forties and dwindling with a blowing wind and a humidity in the 90% range, it's going to be an interesting next few months! If you can't tell from the picture above, we've already had our first frost. 

Every time I go to Varberg, I have a genuinely great time. Not only am I surrounded by wonderful people but I also love being in the "small" (compared to Helsingborg's city feel) town by the sea. AND I really enjoy watching this summer town's population change with the seasons. This summer, Varberg was bustling with tourists and a lot of shops and cafe's were open longer, but now as the season is cooling off I can see that things are closing up in preperation for winter and shops aren't open as long for the locals. 

In Harry's Bar watching the Varberg BOIS Soccer Game

This weekend was an important one for Varberg's city soccer team, the Varberg BOIS. They are in the #1 spot for their division, and they were being challenged by the #2 seat. This game would determine if Varberg would win the division and be able to jump up to the next highest one! Ivar and I went downtown to Harry's Bar, one of the only places where you could watch the game on t.v., to witness this exciting game. Happily, Varberg won 3 to 1 and now they are the best in their division! It was a very merry celebration at Harry's, and it was very fun for me to witness that!


Funny story of the visit:
Walking home from Harry's, Ivar and I ran into this guy who was dressed up in traditional Western (cowboy) clothing, the vest, the silk scarf, the hat, in my opinion it looked pretty darn good! Anyhow, he was feeling a bit on the tipsy side and asked Ivar if he had a light, then Ivar bounced the attention onto me by mentioning that I am from America!  WELL This made the man very happy, it was probably the highlight of his day showing me the tattoos on both of his arms that were of Arizona, Utah, and Nevada. He loves the Western United States, he asked me if I was a "cowboygirl" and I replied that I have horses and yes I am a cowgirl and he was thrilled! He and I shared a secret handshake and he offered me the beer he had in his hand but I shook my head and told him that I had to leave but it was nice meeting him and I liked his style. He had the biggest grin on his face as he waved goodbye and headed downtown probably to cause some sort of shenanigans. I'm really regretting now that I didn't take a picture with him, but that happens I guess you get too caught up in the moment and forget to take photographic evidence.

That's all for now! Next weekend I head back to Gotland with Alicia and her family to pick up a new horse!