Here I am once again in Sweden, living and loving in the Herräng bubble. This is my first day off since arriving and being driven straight from the airport to my class a week ago. It feels good to sit in the makeshift "teacher lounge" (yes that's singular, broken english pervades the sign-ige here), listen to Todd practice the tap he learned today, stare at the rain and mosquitoes through the window and type away.

So my mom came to Herräng, took classes for a week, and not only survived it but enjoyed it as well. She went swimming in the lake, had dinner at the marina, and, as Todd attested "danced up a storm" a few nights. It was awesome to have her in my class a few times. I looked over while the music was playing and there she was singing out loud to the song, just feeling it. And then I see her messing around, doing footwork that looked familar, this little heel toe riff. I felt this feeling that parents must get when their kid shows their genes. Recognizing the same mannerisms, the same expressions. I had this bizarro reverse mother-daughter moment in the middle of Beginners/Intermediate, I couldn't stop smiling. A few days before her departure we're sitting in the little cafe on the second floor of the main building when she starts mentioning which cabins she wants to rent NEXT YEAR. Can you believe it? She's thinking of coming out mid June to take in the countryside and then rocking week 1 again, and then who knows. By 2010 my mom and I may be sharing teacher billing, she's certainly on a roll. It was great having her here, and I'm glad she had a good time.

I must cut the blog short. Dinner is only served half an hour more, then its on to the all camp meeting. Dancing should be good tonight as Todd is playing some of the tunes. I'm sure I'll write again soon.

Mothers and daughters both know- there's no place like Herräng.