30 Apr 2009
But then Sweden issues directives on what to do if you have to travel or if you are in situations where there is a clear risk. Like "keep a safety distance to other people, 1.8 meter. I WONDER where the people issuing this warning are located? In the north of Sweden? 1.8 meter? You need a lot of space for that. Don't think you could do that in Mexico City, one of cities in the world with largest population, even if you tried to. 1.8 meter between you and others at any given time and in any given direction - north, south, east and west...
In Sweden we are about 20 inhabitants per square km. Even in Germany they are as many as 230. I have no idea how many they are in Mexico but it is for sure more dense than Germany. 1.8 m..... HA!
29 Apr 2009
28 Apr 2009
(blogged via mail)
Update: Nope, it didn't help at all. I came home with fewer things than ever... Possibly also because I found some odd things in the shop and after that were reading about what was in the products like mad. I enjoy doing that actually. Some of the things we put into our bodies...
27 Apr 2009
Of course Düsseldorf is not the city in Germany with the lowest prices - after all this is the city in Germany with the most Ferraris - but still. If I compare the prices in the supermarkets here in Düsseldorf with supermarkets elsewhere in Germany the prices are about the same - and compared to Sweden it varies from product to product. Here are some examples - and I am counting 1 EUR equals 10 SEK (in reality the Swedish crown has lost quite a lot of value so it is now even more cost efficient to go to Sweden):
Yogurt... Proper yogurt - I have to buy the Turkish 3.5% fat one which is more similar to the Swedish "Naturell yogurt":
Around 1 EUR in Sweden, 1.79 in Germany.
As long as you buy pre packed bags it is not so bad. If you want to pick and put in a bag: About 1.99 EUR in Germany. 0.5 or so in Sweden (unless inflation has gone completely mad lately)
Not even going to talk about cheese. Multiple times more expensive in Germany, and the quality is not even fantastic.
Hooks for hanging paintings etc:
SERIOUSLY!?! It is ridiculous in Germany!!! A tiny little bag that I would pay 0,5 EUR for in Sweden I pay 2 EUR for here, if I can even find it.
OK, OK, going to a shop and buying a bottle of Whisky is still much more expensive in Sweden. But who buys whisky bottles on a regular basis anyhow? A glass of wine in a bar, or a beer. Same price for the same quantity. Except if you are at a fancy ski resort of course, but then again, can you compare ski resorts and city life? And let me tell you, prices like the prices you pay on Kö for a drink you don't see anywhere. 16 EUR for a cocktail??? Insane! Luckily there are plenty of great bars in Düsseldorf that only charges a tiny part of what they charge around Kö, but still...
All in all it is about where to buy what. Some things are more expensive here, some things cost less. I am pretty sure it more or less evens out in the long run. There are however some key things that are more expensive here. Yogurt is one of them, at least if you want "proper" yogurt. Fish is another one, but that is only because I used to be on the west coast were fish was fresh and good value for money... In other parts of Sweden it cost more than it does here. I think. Although I should admit that I for one almost never buy fish in Sweden except for in the Gothenburg area, and then also mainly eat prepared fish here, i e I go to my favourite sushi place and indulge fabulous sushi!
Update: Tuna is one fish that is not just a bit more expensive. It is ridiculously more expensive. But it is TASTY!!!!
Junk food is cheaper in Germany. But who wants to eat junk food anyhow?
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15 Apr 2009
I realise it is not easy, especially if you have a family to support but somehow I think we need to find positive things anyhow, or we will go insane. At the moment one of my joys is looking out the window, seeing how beautiful the world gets when the trees start blooming. This time of year is amazing. There are so many different shades of light green, you see it with the new leaves on the trees. Later in the summer they all have sort of the same green colour but right now - what a variation. And from my office window I see a hill covered in these different light green colours, and in between the white, which is various fruit trees blooming. What an amazing world!
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9 Apr 2009
I am so impressed by the performances. It is such an exercise! And seeing La Wally was extra exciting, as it is an opera that you don't see often. The reason is that there is an avalanche in the play and I guess that is not very easy to stage, is it... They did it well here though.
After the play we went for a drink. Very interesting place where you have to use the doorbell to be let in. Felt a bit fishy but was totally OK. I would never have found it on my own, that much I can tell you. And I will not go back again unless I have someone with me, it is not exactly a "just stop by for a beer" kind of place. But interesting!
7 Apr 2009
It is great being the fun auntie, who can play as much as I like with the kids - and then turn them over to the parents when it is time to do something boring...
6 Apr 2009
And they seem to be very keen on bottled water and a bit afraid of tap water, although test after test show that the tap water is as good or better than the bottled water in this part of the world - especially since the bottled water is sometimes stored for long periods.
Personally I normally can't really feel the difference between bottled water without bubbles and tap water, and why would I go for bottled water which isn't better than the tap water, costs a lot more money, and also is bad for the environment (due to the transports)? Germany has some bottled waters that I just despise though. Some with strange and horrible taste, taste is a bit unfresh. Guess it may be the minerals in them. I don't care if the restaurant is going to charge me a fortune, I am NOT going to finish that water (of course no names but don't bring me the water that shares the first part of the name with the name of US rockets going to the moon... It is HORRIBLE)
It is fun to see the looks on the faces of some people when I ask for tap water. The waiters in some places staaare at me, wrinkles their noses, and says "You can't drink tap water here"... I somehow always manages to convince them that one can. In Belgium I have been refused though...
5 Apr 2009
I sat. I waited. I waited. The taxi driver looked worried. I felt worried. Turns out that first of all it was the first day of holiday for many. The Germans have two weeks Easter holiday, it seems, and obviously many of them decided to travel on the Friday. To avoid the crowds??? If so, they didn't do a very good job. Anyhow, apparently there was also an accident on the Autobahn, i e the motorway. After a little while the taxi driver and I looked at each other and then we realised it was better to take the train. The driver chanced the route, now aiming at the main station. Took considerably longer than normal, traffic was bad in the city as well. (And what is this thing with red lights that switch to green only for so short time that ONE car gets through, barely...?)
I was getting more and more stressed, feeling how my margin was shrinking. Realised sitting there in the taxi that chances were that I was actually not going to make it. Had my money ready when the taxi got to the station - and then I jumped back and got my bags - and then I RAN! Running with two suitcases and a cold is not the easiest thing...
Got to the tracks, actually found a train that was going to leave to the airport from the central station after only a few minutes (7). But by now my margins were completely gone and I know everything had to click. Actually called Sweden and gave them a prewarning that I would possibly not make it.
When the train arrived (slightly delayed, but not much), it took forever to fill it, and then when we left the station, the train was first driving in cycling speed - and I am not thinking about the kind of people that participate in Tour France etc. This was when I called Sweden and said that I would not be able to make it. But I was not going to give up. I came to the airport, ran for the train that takes you between the terminals. Of course that train was late too... There was nothing I could do but to sit and wait, and try and breath in between... As soon as I got of I threw myself down the stairs and to the first automatic check in that I could find. Entered my bonus card and the text came up: "You are too late, you will not make it to the gate."
I ran to the baggage checking, got the message that I could POSSIBLY get through if I was lucky. Never has a queue been as slow as then... And THAT was when my luck started to change. Came up to the counter, and the sweet person sitting there arranged for me to get on. I had some overweight since I was carrying things up to Sweden, things that were going to stay there. It was well worth paying for that overweight! Without it I wouldn't have been on the plane... The very very nice person even followed me to the counter where I had to pay. And then she and the person handling the payment only had one word for me: RUN! And I did....
Coming up to Sweden it was cold, very cold, and I didn't have any gloves. But the supper at my parents was great, despite the 2,3 degrees Celsius when I left...
(And the weather picked up the day after).
1 Apr 2009
Stupid lactose intollerance.