Dear Logbook, Fifty-third day of a new life. Today my Diary we have done something that we would not normally do in Spain. A picnic in the nature with the fat coats, hats and scarves. We would be around 5-6 degrees with wind. But taking a stroll around the lakes near Stockholm and eating outside

Dear Logbook notebook, fiftieth day of a new life. My Diary, yesterday I did not write to you because there was almost nothing to tell. And as I told you, I will gradually space my writings in time. Today there have been no big news. Today I was called from the Centre for rehabilitation of

Dear Logbook, forty-sixth day of a new life. Yesterday was shorter in terms of things we saw in the City. We only focus on the Intrepid Museum. Then in the afternoon, night to the airport to catch the plane to London (delayed). Pictures can be shown in: Today have already dawned flying towards London and

Dear Logbook, forty-fifth day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary we did not walk as much as other days. But almost 10 km almost certainly. Nothing to highlight except the fact that we received the mail from the airline changing flights back to Sweden. We who like to go with ease in the displacements

Dear Logbook, forty-fourth day of a new life. Yesterday my Diary, we left the hotel before 8 AM in the morning and arrived at it beyond 8 PM in the evening. And without having taken any subway or bus. According to the phone about 12-15 km. Another great day that I summarize with the photos

Dear logbook, forty-third day of a new life. Yesterday, my diary was a day where the little sailors behaved in a wonderful way. We were walking about 15 km according to what the mobile says. The fact is that we left the hotel before 8 in the morning and which New Yorkers had a coffee