El Hierro and other islands

OK, I have to admit one thing: my mental state right now is really weird... probably because of where I am.
This little island is, in some respects "el culo del mundo" according to some native herreños, but still it has something that makes you want to stay. I´ve already met several people who just came for e weekend, and then went home and packed their stuff, came back - and never left. I´m in danger myself right now, because I´m thinking of changing my plane ticket, staying a bit longer, coming back here, maybe, in March... But the really frightening thing yesterday was that I actually, for a little while, considered applying for a job in a local supermercado (no, i didn´t actually do it...).

My husband is right now on another island in the Atlantic Ocean - he is in Iceland... My best friend from school went there in 1979, for some weeks - she's still there, married to a woman. It seems like some islands trap you and don´t let you leave once you´ve come there... Iceland never had that influence on me - let´s hope it doesn´t have that influence on my husband either...

(R. if you are reading this - write me an e-mail so I get your address, I´m in such a confused state right now that I can´t remember it... There are some non-blog worthy things I´d like to comment with you... ok?)

In Tenerife

I'm writing this from a disgustingly expensive hotel in Los Cristianos, in Tenerife, and I'm here waiting for my friend Satu to come from a meeting. I hope she her meeting will last 20 minutes more, since I just put my las 2€ coin into the box to be able to use this thing for 20 lousy minutes...
Hotels like this always have ridiculously high prices - coffee: 3€, breakfast 18 € - and so on... But of course, I don't need to stay here - it's just that Satu has a meeting in this hotel, since this is the kind of placel where people from the airlines stay. I have spent quite a few nights in hotels like this mysel f- when I was flight attendant. And because of this meeting today, I have had the opportunity to meet some of the people I used to work with - and I was almost chocked when I started calculating - because I think I had my last flight in August 1992... That's 13, almost 14 years ago! [I'm too much aware of the fact that time flies nowadays - everything reminds me of the fact that I'm getting old ...]

The beginning of this year has been hectic, but more on a mental level than "in real life" - or not...? No, it has been hectic in real life, too. I'm sort of running as fast as I can to get away from myself, but I have already lost...

Anyway, tomorrow I'm taking myself to El Hierro, the smallest of all the Canary Islands, and I'll stay there for 5 days, trying to record things that can become radio programs in summer. My friend Satu will come with me. On Friday I'll continue to La Palma, to meet some other friends, on on Tuesday, January 31 I'll go back to Finland, where it has been freezing cold the last few days, and feel really lucky not to be there...

Shit in the wrong places

OK, I know I haven´t been writing here for a long time, but I have my reasons... I have been too busy cleaning cat shit from the wrong places, at the same time as I have been feeling really miserable, so the only language I have been able to write in has been Swedish (Sorry, R., in case you are back from this year's possibly life theratening adventure...). But now I´m almost Ok, and tomorrow in the late afternoon I´ll take a plane to Tenerife, and later I´ll continue to El Hierro, because in the summer I´ll have a series of radio programs about that island. I´ve never been there before, so it will be a new experience...
I´ll leave my cats at home, of course, and for the first week they´ll be taken care of by 3 french people, that is Guillaume, his sister and his friend. I hope they will keep Liffi from hurting Otto too much, because he was so badly hurt by Liffi a couple of weeks ago that on Friday, just before we went on this crazy road trip, I had to take him to the vet, since he had this ugly wound that would not heal... The bill was 84 €. I think I´ll make my husband pay, because the cats have been behving badly since he left. [And so have I, in case you consider drinking wine and beer on week days being bad behaviour...]

I would like to write about our crazy, 1595 km long trip to the extreme east of Finland, with a little detour to Borgå - but I just can' t right now. I´m tired, and I´m going to bed. I can´t find Frissi, but if he decides to stay out, he can handle it, he´s so furry...
I can´t stay awake anymore, and it´s half past 1 in the morning.