Sweden yao, Florida peace out!

Current location: Fort Lauderdale Airport, FL, USA, 26°4’23”N, 80°8’49”W

I have now successfully made it through all security controls and I am starting to believe that I might actually make it all the way back to Sweden with my crocodile samples. Unless they call my name in the speakers, in which case I will be terrified. Fortunately I am not transporting the crocodile eggs whole, I am only carrying tissues from liver and brain in small plastic tubes. 132 of them to be exact, and they look slightly less suspect than 32 ginormous eggs would have. Nevertheless, I would have lied if I had said I wasn’t nervous flying out of Costa Rica and entering U.S. territory. Because of Murphy’s law (; everything that can go wrong will go wrong) I decided to spend 3 days in Florida. I often like to apply a Swedish saying that goes “you sleep the way you make your bed” when people comment on my appeared luxurious and adventurous life. It’s all about planning well, and I happen to have a friend that lives in Florida Keys. As I didn’t get stuck in an interrogation room upon entering, I enjoyed my three days in ‘merica sipping on piña coladas (…lie, just a couple of beers) and scuba diving and checking out some lionfish. After having spoken very little English for 6 months it took a little while to get used to it again. Whenever you leave people you care about, it is always nice to have a destination to look forward to, and I was very happy to get to spend some time with my friend Beeze. I am currently sitting at my gate waiting to board the flight to Sweden, and all around me Swedish miniature stereotypes are running around, looking Swedish and making noise in a language that I will never be unused to. The young girls are all wearing converse sneakers, and for the first time in a very long time I’m neither the tallest nor the blondest person in the room. In my country, where I’m from, I have brown hair, not blond. And just so slowly a feeling of excitement emerges from some well-hidden place in my inner. I have never in my life felt homesickness, nor do I ever find myself longing to return to see family and friends – Life is too much of an adventure to be missing things. But now, as I sit here listening to Swedish all around me, I find myself excited to get back to my people. Sweden, I’m coming back, it’s been a while since last.