An Opera

I’ve never been to an opera. Actually, as of today that’s a lie. I went to an opera today (technically last night) and it was a very interesting experience.

Unfortunately it wasn’t a great experience due to them often having multiple people singing different songs at the same time, which just ended up drowning each other out and making it impossible to make out what they were singing about.

The opera was “Vampyren” (The Vampire). It was the dress rehearsal, it’s supposed to premiere at Läckö Castle tomorrow (Sunday). My boss got an invitation for the company because we work on their website, so my boss, his wife (who also works at the company) and me went there.

It is originally a German opera (Der Vampyr) by Heinrich Marschner from 1828 translated to Swedish by Catarina Gnosspelius.

It was about 3 hours and I have to admit I got a little bored towards the end.

I can’t say it was the greatest opera experience for the first time, but I also don’t believe all operas are like this. But I liked the story. It was just ruined by the presentation unfortunately.

That said I think I prefer theatre. Though I don’t really go see plays a lot either…

The stage as we are entering the courtyard

A Trip, And A Return

A report of the Europe trip

A great trip later (many small ones) and one huge experience richer. It’s of course impossible to summarize the entire trip as a whole except to say it was… interesting into the last minute. I’ve learned things and experienced things and felt things. I’ve had expectations tossed onto their heads and also experienced some pain.

When I was little we went on a number of vacations, sometimes to the coast, sometimes to the mountains between Sweden and Norway to ski, and sometimes we went out camping with our caravan. In later years we started renting a sailboat each year for a few years until dad bought his own which we then went out with up until I moved out. This has been my first proper vacation with no family.

The trip in question is a car trip across Europe, from Sweden to Spain, passing through Denmark, Germany and France to get there. The trip took place because my best friend Eric got married, and was planned by him and Elin, his now wife. They decided that instead of going on a honeymoon on their own they’d organize a trip with some friends. The trip involved them, me and Zandra and Filip, who is a long time friend of me and Eric.

The trip was also going to include a sixth person but they were unable to come.

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