Sweden finally lifted their ignorant quarantine, and Mr. Peterson went with me to Europe, and I finally got to go to Herrang for all four weeks.

Exhausting is the word for the day, boys and girls.

The first three weeks I managed to be at the end of every dance (around 5-9:30am) every night except two. I took a late night country count every night and you can see that info here. I think I averaged about 3 hours of sleep each night for those three weeks, so, suffice it to say, I crashed my fourth week and overslept a few dances. Oh well.

I also created a tradition that I'm currently calling the Herrang Pirate Crew.

There's a bunch of large video clips on here so pay attention if your connection is slow..