Day 2- We are currently in Gallivere, Sweden. We arrived yesterday afternoon after driving for three hours from the town of Lulea. If you are reading this, assume you are pronouncing the town names wrong, most likely you are. I have butchered every word I have read here and Linky and Nick have found it quite amusing.
The trip started out at 8 am at the Fairbanks international Airport. We flew to Seattle, then London where we ran to our next flight, took the express lane through customs and barley made our flight. We were sweating when we finally arrived. We then flew to Stockholm where we realized our bags did not travel with us from London. We then flew to Lulea, where we arrived at 1am as is tradition on any trip with Nick. We picked up our two small station wagons and drove fifteen minutes to Park Hotel in Lulea. Kira is not a fan of the shower, toilet, sink combo here and Sweden when everything gets wet when you shower; hopefully we will figure it out soon.
We arranged for our bags to be delivered the next day to our bed and breakfast in Gallivere, very convenient actually. Day one in Sweden we woke up, walked around the small town about and drove 3 hours to Gallivere, Sweden .Pronounced (Yawl-i-ver-uh). Good thing I new that ahead of time... Not sounding like a dumb American can be a good thing at times.

We crossed the Arctic Circle while driving North. We got to our Bed and Breakfast and relaxed a bit then headed up to Dundret Ski Area to do a short ski. Hellner Stadium was very exciting for us all, thinking we were skiing somewhere that really fast people have been made us feel even faster! We had our first encounter with a Swede on the ski trails. This old man started talking to us in Swedish - at least we kind of look like we fit it- and we said no Swedish, sorry. He then started to ski away, then stopped and realized that Yes, he could speak English. We skied up to him and we told him we were from Alaska- maybe he won't think we are dumb Americans, but somewhat, okay, Alaskans!! His best advice was to not fall because if we did we would "rip our faces off" , hand gestures included. Not a nice visual on that ski.
This morning we woke up and headed out for a ski at Dundret again. It is about a ten minute drive from where we are staying. There are not many ski trails there but they are fast and have been icy due to the warm weather. I like to think it is one big Rain and Ice and Snow storm- that is what it looks like outside anyway. Today was a productive day, I hit a tree on the morning ski and fell on my face, as well as skied over a huge pile of dirt and rocks and managed to fall and take Nick with me. I have a few momentous to take home on my skis- aka big gashes all down both of my skate skis.
For the second ski we tried out the trails here in town; only 300m from our house. They were nice, until I hit the dirt path. That has been Erica's favorite ski in Sweden so far.
Erica lived in Sweden in high school for a year and is teaching us all Sweden, I know my three vowels and that is it, but it is a work in progress. Maybe by the end of the trip I will be able to not offend any locals, maybe... Here are some pictures from the trip so far, its going great and everyone is getting along- that i know of : )
-Claire Ferree
Claire Waxing in front of the B&B
Where's Kira?? In Gallivere- walking the town
Claire and Kira heading out for the fist ski in Sweden! Dundret Ski area
Lunch in our kitchen at the B&B in Gallivere.
THe church we saw while walking around Lulea the first day.
Kira In Hellner Stadium!!
Neill has fallen through the crust. Can He get back up?
The Group Skiing the first day at Dundret Ski area- Hellner Stadium