Sugar Baby Love

Finally, all my finals are over and I have a life again. Holidays until January 4th. I LOVE my life.

But first things first. It's time for a proper update.

Last weekend, the girls down below, the boys next door and our apartment had a gift swap. Everyone drew a name in a hat and had to buy a gift for that person in the price range $5-20. Many bottles of beer changed owners, I got a scarf, gloves and a cap, which was perfect since the weather suddenly turned freezing cold!

My last three finals went well, and when I got the result from the first Computer Graphics final, I was positively surprised, but somewhat perplexed, because there is no way 83% of the answers were correct.

Yesterday, Hippie came to Santa Barbara. In the (next) most amazing vehicle ever. An old Volkswagen bus with bed, stove and fridge in it, painted in brown and orange. VoW!

My plans for Christmas and New Year's had more or less vaporized, because it was impossible to find affordable housing in NY this time of year, with such short notice. But now when Hippie is here, in such a wonderful car, the temptation to get on a roadtrip with him up the west coast is an irresistible adventure.

But the important things has to be prioritized. So today we kick started the Christmas celebrations. Turtle brought spiced wine (glögg) that filled the kitchen with nostalgic smiles, happy signs and blank eyes. And we baked like madmen. Saffron bread (lussekatter) in creative forms. Christmas candy (kola and knäck). Ginger bread dough. It smells like heaven. Tastes like heaven. Feels like heaven. The recipe for happiness is: cream, syrup, raisins, almonds, sugar, baby, love.