Despite we started thie evening staying in the kitchen and eating quiche with Cédric, Eva succeeded in making us move forward and simply reach the other 30 guests that Clément kindly invited.
And I think that was, certainly, the best decision we took. For, helped by liters of sangria (buckets, I should say) and kilos of taboul6eacute; (buckets too, I should say), we discussed with plenty of people (everyone we know in Sweden was there almost) and simply enjoyed until late at night (or early in the morning, depending on the chosen referent)...
Of course, it was a bit like any other housewarming party but, in bigger.... Who says as the owner of the flat? However, the cleaning session on Sunday was a kind of bigger too. After a difficult -but successful- awakening in front of The Big Lebowski wih a spoon of taboulé on my right hand and a bottle of Coke on the other. Both alternately reaching my mouth. Quite useful in order to save an active day after! Especially when Camilla and Cédric arrived to help cleaning up everything. What a good idea they had! We spent two hours and used plenty of garbage bags to clean this flat strangely turned into a dump. But we achieved removing around 150L of trash... Then, it was simply time to go back home and falling aslept on my favourite sofa. Once again, a classical Sunday...