Trying out a different format for this. Feedback mandatory. Oookey dokey. My trip to Sweden (So I don't have to write the same thing out 50 times because I have been for- bidden to group email. I stayed in Köping (Sher-ping), but the exchange was really in Västeras (V-ast-er-ors). In the school there, you can learn (other than the normal subjects) sewing, the loom, hairdressing, composing, and I started a class teaching people what cafeteria food was origin- ally designed for (not one of my best works but I forgot my camera a few days). Herr Jurk ate a Banana. In fact, we all ate some. Bananas. The City of Västeras was so nice, or naive, or both, that it let us play it's bells. It       even lent us some bikes. We went to this church, where one of the Vasa Kings           and some swedish nobility have been chillin, drinking some Bla Pripps, and                 watching the game for quite some time now.                        We got to see the ABB technology Gymnasiet. Herr Jurk liked the                     giant novelty coathangers.