[Title stolen from Lawrence nick]
Even though the hangover has passed, the truth is that even last me homesick. Maybe it's because I was pleasantly surprised Stockholm for being a quiet and relatively small city to be a capital, or if was because, simply, I like the feeling of independence that I get these "breaks."
the XXXV International Congress of Pueri Cantores, which was the reason for the trip to Stockholm ling began on July 8 and ended on 12th of that month and, frankly, had a few blunders.
1 º. The primary, the most important and causing the rest: the Congress of yore was organized in a month. So you can imagine the mental eggplant that were assembled to find accommodation and food to 4000 people.
2 º. The food can not tell if it was good or not because everyone has their tastes, but what nobody can argue was that the amounts were and even more laughable when you consider that a large percentage of the participants were children aged 6-12 years s. To give you an idea, the day we eat rice with meat in Tupperware had had a finger of rice and thanks. Not to mention that the piece of bread we got was a measly 4 square inches square.
3 º. Rehearsals and joint celebrations were a disaster. The director had no idea of \u200b\u200bleading a large mass and this was reflected in that, from the 5th row people stopped to ignore because they found out, so as you can imagine as we were the back of all . The best was the day of the opening ceremony in the park Skansen: it rained cats and dogs and asked us NOT moviésemos us, but, please not to let the books get wet. We look at pictures.
4 The mere fact that the book of the congress had 46 fucking songs that were sung to the final 1 / 3. I do not know if these people know that a choir has more to prepare in addition to its conference ...
5 The lack of coexistence between choirs, concert churros, which will lead people who are not prepared, nor brought the scores, etc.
However, not all complaints and trials, there was also time for anecdotes and know something about the city. Gamla Stand kicked up and down, we Skansen park and the Vasa Museum , a spectacular seventeenth-century ship that holds 95% of its original structure. We also visited a couple of churches, of which I'll take the Protestant rite for its elegance and good taste: the pulpit was always very well decorated and kept statues of its past and Catholic churches were quite curious.
Speaking of churches. Not remember which was, I came across this:
A series of scarves tied to, at first glance, have nothing special if it were not accurate color, and in the exact order of pride flag. It was a space-time paradox without cheese, please, very awful! And since I had to share it with you, because I went to take this wonderful picture and discover that the matter was explained, which, in turn, further increased the paradox.
Come on, you no longer know how to invent [Click on image to see it better]
Another story I remember was the night we went out for a drink. We started taking a beer on a terrace, and when we threw it closed, we started to turn in search of another place to finish in the same place as before. Square in which, incidentally, was a bar on a corner, with a flag of pride quite visible. Nothing a lousy sticker as in other sites, so you can not say that it is wrong signed. Imagine then, the face that got me when I see people go head to that bar. It would have been fun had come to sit, but to me, at that time, I put a tie. If the incident had been with people I know do not be alarmed by these things, I would have lost tachycardia, but was not the case ...
jokes and other events aside, the fact is that we had a tit and I think that the whole choir is eager to have arrived the next congress. My biggest regret of all is that the Swedes are not what they paint, but, yes, clogs are really cute.
