Kristinehamn … that’s where I was born, and where I spent the first seven months of my life. Needless to say, I don’t remember anything of that. My brother does, though — he was ten.
The first time I ever got to see Kristinehamn [apart form those seven months], I was eleven. That was the first of the two times I went on vacation with my mother. I remember this trip pretty well. It must have made a great impression on me, seeing my father’s family. He’d been dead for nine years by then, which isn’t all that long, but when you’re eleven, it feels like an immense amount of time. As I didn’t remember anything of my father, I absorbed every word that was said about him … I found it fascinating to meet people who knew him and were related to him.
After that trip, I didn’t get back to see Kristinehamn until I was nineteen. That was my first, own, vacation! I’d worked for two years, saved a little bit of money, had a car of my own and four weeks of paid vacation so off I went. By then, I had a class mate who had moved there so I stayed with her and her family. They had a little boat, so we were out on the lake quite a bit — I had the impression that almost everyone there had a little boat 🙂
I did have a camera — a Kodak Instamatic — on that trip, and a few pictures are still back in Sweden, but they all took on a strange, orange colour, so here there are only photos from Wikipedia. By the shores of Vänern, just a bit outside the city centre, stands this Pablo Picasso sculpture. It’s their greatest site of interest, I think, it’s 15 metres tall and the tallest Picasso sculpture in the world.
This post is part of a WP-challenge, where they wanted us to take advantage of the ’embed maps’ tool … which is very handy! 🙂