Sunny Gran Canaria

I spent one week on Gran Canaria in the middle of March. I had wanted to go to a tropical island for my birthday but I live a bit off all the tropical places and routes so in the end I settled for the only place I could get a direct flight to from the town where I live. I had looked at pictures and read a little and didn’t have such high expectations – it just didn’t look like the tropical place I had had in my mind. However, it did turn out quite a pleasant surprise. I wanted to avoid the very touristy places full of hotels and concrete and  ended up in a small place that had a local fishermen’s village at a 10 min walk from the hotel. Arguineguin is a really nice town with a calm vibe and nice seafood. We did end up eating fish half of the time 🙂 I was also pleasantly surprised by the local flora. They had planted a lot of palm trees along the roads and in towns to create more tropical feeling but apart from them there were a lot of cacti and other local plants such as the gorgeous dragon tree.

Since neither me or my boyfriend are beach people we spent half of the time discovering the island. We went to the local market (happening every Tuesday) where we had yummy smoothies and bought local strawberries. We also visited the nearby giant sand dune beach – Playa del Inglés. It might be the most touristic place on the island but it is still an amazing experience to walk for hours between golden sand dunes and the mighty ocean and that’s exactly what we did – from Faro de Maspalomas to the overbuilt Playa del Inglés.


Another day was spent driving through the mountain and exploring the small beautiful villages cuddled between majestic peaks. Our first stop was for an early coffee enjoying spectacular views, followed by the unavoidable stop by the road to admire the mountains bathed in the morning sun.

Our next stop was for a short hike to the second highest point and a sacred island place – Roque Nublo. We had no luck with the weather since there was a haze covering the distant peaks and Tenerife but we still enjoyed spectacular mountain landscapes.

Soon it was time for lunch and a visit to a village claiming to be one of the most beautiful in Spain – Tejeda. I got to try a delicious goat stew there and we left with a jar of the local sweet almond delicacy – Bienmesabe.

The next village was just as spectacular. It had an interesting name (Teror) and breathtakingly beautiful old town part.

Our next stop was Arucas. At first we had chosen to visit it because of the rum factory they have there but it offered a lot of other pretty views and a majestic dark-stone cathedral.

Our last stop for the trip was Las Palmas. At first we had thought we could spend another day there but had then decided to squeeze it in our day trip so that we could enjoy another lazy day of sun and pool and good food in Arguineguin. Las Palmas definitely felt like a big town (we had a problem with parking and finally left the car in a long line of parked cars along a major road) but it still had a lot of charm with its old buildings in Vegueta (like Santa Ana’s cathedral and Columbus’s house museum), the shopping district of Triana as well as the hills with pretty colorful houses.

The rest of the days were spent sitting by the pool, enjoying the sun and the warm water and taking long walks around the area to discover yet another restaurant with delicious local food.

I can say that all in all it was a great vacation and I was happy with its choice in the end. I would definitely recommend stepping off the big tourist centers – there are a lot of pearls hidden in the mountains and around the island! And what better end of the vacation than to spend the last two evenings enjoying the sunset over the Atlantic ocean.



Back to incredible India

It took time but I’m finally sitting down and writing about my visit to India 2 months ago. It was great to be back to this amazing country! I was invited to a wedding by a local friend and jumped at the opportunity to go back and see places I have lived in and visited 6 years ago as well as discover a few new ones. IT was going to be my second time there but a first for my boyfriend who was accompanying me. We didn’t have much time for the whole trip being able to take only 2 weeks from work and it felt more like hopping from place to place but it was still nice to see the country again. The only thing making the trip a little less enjoyable was that it was summer in India and thus very hot – it got up to 40-45 degrees inland and 35-38 by the sea where it still felt too hot with 60-80% moisture.

The first stop was Mumbai as we landed there. I had already been there so it was more of remembering how it was before and trying to see some new things I hadn’t had time for. We had a lot of leisure walks getting acquainted with the heat, crowds, noise, colors and sights. We lived in a hotel in the Ford area so most things were a walking distance away. Since the plane arrived at 5 a.m. the first thing to experience was a calm (and not so hot) walk around the still sleeping streets of Mumbai. I saw the Victoria station building, rediscovered the great view from Marine Drive and walked past the court house. The next couple of days were dedicated to visiting the Gate of India again, walking around bazaars and trying all the amazing food Mumbai has to offer. From drinks at the Taj and at Marine Drive, chai at a tiny place at the bazaar, visiting a popular backpacker cafe, having fresh juice on the street, eating authentic South Indian food from banana leaves, sharing tables at a small but delicious place, to splurging money (which was still nothing comparable to eating at a restaurant in Sweden) at a famous Chinese/fish place in town – each visit and meal was unique and memorable.

Soon it was time to continue the adventure. I had booked a 6-hour journey to Vadodara with the train with the help of my Indian friend. Vadodara is where I lived and did an internship for 5 months during my last visit to India so it was going to be a special part of the trip. It was also where the wedding was taking place. The three days there were dedicated to meeting up with old friends and looking around to determine that there were some changes that had happened the last 6 years but in many ways it felt the same. A highlight was the shopping for wedding guest clothes (I bought a sari and my boyfriend got a whole set of ‘Indian prince’ clothing) including a visit to the bazaar in the old town.We participated in all the wedding ceremonies. The day before the wedding was time for the haldi ceremony where women put turmeric powder paste on the groom and then, at a separate location, on the bride. Since I was a guest of the groom, we participated in the whole ceremony there and took just a short trip to the bride’s place to put some turmeric paste on her as well. It was a fun short ride on the open back of a jeep which felt great in the early evening and the heat. The day after was time for the wedding and we had an interesting evening following the rituals. I had to get help from a neighbor woman of the groom with putting on my sari and got the Gujarati style draping (the local way to wear a sari as opposed to the Bengali that’s usually shown on movies). Since it was a Muslim wedding there were some differences from the Indian wedding most people imagine. For example the bride and groom were at separate places when they said ‘Yes’ and were married and there was no going around the fire. My friend had also chosen to do only the most necessary ceremonies so it was a short wedding by Indian standards. There were still hundreds of guests and a fun moment was the wedding food which was served in a big metal plate that 5-6 people shared. My boyfriend and I got our own and enjoyed a delicious meal the local style, eating with our hands. There wasn’t any dancing (except from the little ones) and most of the evening went to the bride and groom taking pictures with the numerous guests. I sneaked quite a few pictures of the bride since she looked so amazing with all her wedding clothes and jewellery. Like a true princess! When it was time to go back to the hotel we got a nice ride from one of the guests on his rickshaw off duty together with a few girls who wanted to come along for the ride. It was a relief to take off the clothes that were so pretty but a bit too much for the 38+ degrees heat.

The day after the wedding was again time to move to a new place. We took the plane to Kolkata (Calcutta). It was a place I hadn’t visited before so we did all the sightseeing we could in the heat and the 2.5 days we had there. We managed to see mother Theresa’s statue, the pretty Victoria Memorial and visit the famous Kalighat Kali temple that is presumably the source of the name of Kolkata, as well as discover a bazaar by moon light. Since we both got a little sick from the food in Kolkata, we didn’t manage to see and experience it fully but it did seem like a nice calm city.

Since we had not managed to secure a place on the train (luckily, since neither of us felt up to 12 hours of train trip), we got plane tickets and flew up to Bagdogra airport, from where we took a taxi and then a shared jeep up the mountain to Darjeeling. This was the place that I had most looked forward to. I had been to the Himalayas before but to another part in the west of the country and it had been amazing. We were now headed for the tea paradise and I was really excited to see and experience the mixture of my beloved tea and mountain. It turned out to be even better than I had expected. First of all, it was a great escape from the hot weather – it was 17-20 degrees there and we actually had to wear long sleeves and jackets most of the time. We stayed in a pleasant Tibetan family hotel by Cowrastra (the big main square above town). We visited the local tea plantation Happy Valley Tea Estate just outside of Darjeeling where we were shown how the tea is processed from fresh leaves to the packages good we buy in the shop and got to buy some local teas produced there. We had a tea tasting later in town where we tried different teas and bought the one we liked best so all in all we got stocked on tea quite well. We also visited the local zoo that had Himalayan animals and for me the highlight were the several different types of cats (snow leopard, Bangal tiger, black panther, clouded leopard and the leopard cat), as well as the adjacent Mountaineering institute. A nice walk away from all the noise and town business was the botanical garden which felt more like a natural piece of the surroundings full of local plants rather than a curated garden like the ones we have in the west. Another fun part were the Aladin-cave-like shops which we visited and which sold everything from jewellery to local artifacts and souvenirs. I ended up with a beautiful flower embroidered big scarf and a cute pair of earrings but there were so many more curious things to be seen and bought. Another highlight of the stay were the yummy Tibetan dishes we often had and even the butter tea tasted much better than the first time when I had tried it. An all favourite moment was the visit of the Observatory hill above town where there are various temples for the Hindu and Buddhist. It is an amazing calm place with tons of colorful flags and hoards of monkeys roaming around undisturbed. One older monkey was even hanging out with the god statues. Speaking of monkeys, they were everywhere – sitting and posing for my pictures which I just couldn’t stop taking. 🙂

Unfortunately it was soon time to leave amazing Darjeeling. We took a jeep down to the airport. There we had a problem with the plane – when it was accelerating to take off it suddenly braked and they announced that there was some technical problem. So after 3-hour delay and a new going trough check-in we arrived in Delhi too late to do anything that day.All we had left there was the next day, which we spent going to the Red Ford (where most of the places were closed off for renovation or something so we had to look from afar) and Jama Masjid (where we had unpleasant encounters with the staff that tried to trick us into buying clothes to enter and paying a fee when it’s free so we refrained from entering in the end) in the morning, as well as to the spice market. Since it was too hot to do anything in the afternoon (42-44 degrees and dusty), we ended up in a few malls adjacent to each other where we finished the trip buying souvenirs and clothes. We stayed in a relatively new backpacker oriented hotel/hostel – Bloomrooms, which was the perfect place for resting our heads in a clean and new tiny room with adjacent bathroom, unfortunately both with no windows.

And then our two weeks were up just like that. It was time to go back to cold Sweden. We got up early and went to the airport. A cute elephant statue is one of the last impressions I got from this visit to India, together with a nice offer for free henna (with suggestion for tips afterwards) at an airport shop. After some hours with the great Qatar airways that really make the time fly by and a brief stay at Doha airport we landed back in Stockholm full of impressions and an extra bag full of great Indian treasures.


Öland’s zoo/amusement/water park

The weather here has been amazing for a change – warm and sunny – so we decided it’s time to visit the nearby zoo/amusement/water park. That’s right – Öland’s zoo is all this and it’s just on the other side of the bridge connecting the land to the island.

We got there right when they had opened the zoo and we walked around admiring the animals while we waited for the amusement and the water parks to open (they open 1 h later than the zoo). Despite the crowd of people and families with kids running all over the place, I must say that we made a very good choice to start with the animals. We got to see them fed and calm. So calm and natural that I managed to sneak a great many fun shots. I have been to quite a lot of zoos already, both small and big, so I had already seen quite a few of the animals Öland’s zoo has to offer but I was still pleasantly surprised to discover new ones like the mongoose and the tapir.

There were of course all the usual interesting ones like the lions, who were still sleeping but we got a glimpse of the 2 baby lions, the Siberian tigers who also provided us with a good view, a bear family.

There were also pretty pink flamingos that got even prettier when they opened their wings and showed the bright colors hiding under.

There were also different colorful parrots, the usual very photogenic meercats, some African cattle like creatures, camels, cute little maras, guanacos and many more. A surprise were the storks that I am used to seeing free in the nature back home.

The numerous monkeys provided quite some entertainment with their looks and behaviour. The baboon cage was a picture of family life with couples going around and taking care of each other. There was though one particular monkey that got us laughing – it had somehow acquired a lollipop and kept liking its paws and looking guilty.

After a thorough walk around the zoo we headed for the amusement park part. Most of the rides seemed aimed at kids (not that it stopped me to ride them) but we also got some of the twisting and turnings ones and left us dizzy. I particularly liked one that was turning in a circle and up and down. We also just had to ride the big ferris wheel that provided us with awesome views on the park and the nearby long bridge to the main land.

We finished the day by visiting the water park and sliding down most of the water slides. They had all types from classic winding ones to steep straight or curly ones that shoot you in the pool and a closed one that shoots you out in something like a big funnel where you slide round till you slow down enough to get into the hole in the middle. (Due to the wet nature of our activities we did not get any pictures from that part unfortunately). All in all it was a great day full of fun. 🙂

Öland celebrates spring

It has been a bit rainy this week and the weather did not look so promising yesterday but we decided to risk it and go to the nearby island Öland where there was a spring fest this weekend. It was under the motto “Garden” and there were a lot of exhibitions and activities along the whole island. We had checked the program and chosen to visit Borgholm (the biggest town in the north part) and the surroundings among which Glömminge where there was going to be a gardening market.

The first thing that one gets to see on the way to Öland is the long bridge with a steep raised part in the middle where ships can pass under. It’s a great view from above there towards the island.

Öland from the bridge

Öland from the bridge

I had been to Öland just once before, in the middle of winter and we just drove to the other side of the bridge. Now I got to really glimpse the island and its nature. It’s relatively flat so we could see the sea and the main land  most of the time. However, there are small hills and we also got to enjoy rolling fields of raps lit up by the sporadic sun in beautiful bright yellow. The other thing that made me a big impression were the old wooden windmills that spotted the landscape every now and then and which fitted perfectly in the rural landscape making Öland idyllic.

An old wooden windmill on the way

An old wooden windmill on the way

Soon we were in Borgholm. We had missed the city tour by 6 minutes so we set off by ourselves to discover this calm sea resort town that was now bustling with people even if it was only just spring. We checked out a few shops, bought local cheese at a factory cheese shop, ate kroppkakor produced by a local company and sold for charity  on the main square, tried the local hand-made ice cream (I had incredibly delicious Nutello and Forest fruits sorbet) while waiting for the rain to stop and stocked up on souvenirs. The big hit was rain boots for me and a modern version of clogs for my boyfriend. Since it kept raining and it was getting close to 16 h we decided to shorten our trip by skipping the castles this time and heading straight for the gardening market in Glömminge which was closing at 16 h.  We got there on time but it was still raining so we ran around the stalls and bought 2 paprika plants on discount for our vegetable garden project since paprika was the only thing we had wanted to plant but never got to. We also checked out the old school which was turned into a tiny museum (1 room) and managed to run into some of my boyfriend’s relatives. I had really hoped to be able to check out some farm animals as well but it kept raining and it was getting late so we just headed back home. Now I look forward to the next time when we’ll head east and explore more of Öland’s beautiful scenery.

France and its magic

It’s been more than a month now since I went to France for a few days to visit a friend there. It feels like so much more time passed on since then with all the changes in my life but now that I look back it’s been barely a month. So the time to tell about my journey has finally come…before I start forgetting too much. 🙂

The trip was special due to two reasons. First, I see my friend about once a year (if we even manage that) since we both moved abroad and she has been inviting me to visit her in France since forever. Second, the trip was kind of my birthday present from my boyfriend – he knew how much I wanted to visit my friend and was so sweet to buy me the plane tickets.

So we packed and left one morning in the end of March (21st to be exact). The plane trip was short enough not to get us bored and I spent the last 30-40 minutes staring at the Apls beautifully spreading below the plane wing. We were flying from Copenhagen to Geneva with Easyjet and then taking the train to Grenoble where my friend lives. Our train arrived late in the afternoon but we still had time for a quick walk around the town, showed around by one of our hosts, Jean-Marie. I must say Grenoble seems like a charming town with mountains and hills all around even if we did not see so much of it. We spent the evening trying yummy French cheeses and sausage, drinking French wine and catching up with my friend.

The next day was the special one – the visit to Lyon. Our hosts  had been living there until recently and had a lot of interesting places to show us. I must say that was my favourite place of the trip! We got to walk by one of the rivers, eat delicious French burgers, check out the old town, take the funicular up the hill to the prettiest catholic church I’ve ever seen, enjoy Lyon from above, see some more churches, check out the painted-wall house, see the town hall and stumble upon an unexpected manifestation with the special forces guarding (or “Robocop” police as my friend calls them), walk along the narrow Traboules, shop French chocolates, sausages and my first Macaron – a whole day of unforgettable experiences.

We had talked about going higher in the Alps the next day but since the forecast for the day was not looking good (as a matter of fact our whole trip was constantly threatened by bad weather but we were lucky to avoid it), we decided to visit a few local sites at the valleys around.

We started by visiting a picturesque small village by the name of Pont-en-Royans which offered amazing views of its colorful houses towering above the river. We had a walk up and down the many steps and discovered the place both from below and above.

We ate lunch there by the river and then visited an interesting cave. It had a lot of delicate stalactite tubes hanging from the ceiling. The tour was in French but we got a sheet of paper with some of it translated in English and our hosts translated a few more interesting facts. They had different coloured lights around the cave and even light-and-sound show. The views around the entrance of the cave and the walking path to it were simply breathtaking with a lot of waterfalls since it was early spring.

The last thing for the day was a monastery in the area that greeted us with colourful roofs, charmed us in with an enchanted-looking yard and dazzled us with dancing colours around the colourful glass windows inside.

With that our time for France was up. We were flying back to Copenhagen in the morning of 25th and we had decided to spend the afternoon of 24th wandering around Geneva since neither of us had been there. We had booked a room at a hostel (which turned out to be a decent place at a central location) and since it was a Monday we spent the day walking around Geneva – discovering the pretty lake, the flower clock, the old town, a park, and buying Swiss fresh chocolate. We had dinner at a very interesting restaurant with unique decor where we tried meat fondue and then took one final walk to the square with the lit up slates before we put our heads on the pillows ready to go home. Maybe it was the fantastic impression of Lyon that was overpowering our trip but we both did not find Geneva so special. It was beautiful with the lake and the mountains around and the chocolate was superb but it did not dig itself into my heart.

At the airport we were sent off by an image I’ll always associate with Switzerland – the Rolex watch.

At the airport

At the airport

Blog chain: the best childhood memory

I got asked from a friend at to write on a topic that’s been circling the net with the mission to raise awareness for a good cause so here I am doing it with pleasure.

Before I share what my best childhood memory is I would like to shortly mention what the cause is. The immediate reason for this blog chain is a great initiative – the SOS Balkan bicycle tour 2014 carried out by two young people – emissaries of the SOS Children’s villages Bulgaria that are touring on their bikes all the Balkan SOS homes showing that dreams do come true and bringing hope to all the children at the villages. For those who don’t know, the SOS Children’s villages take care of orphans and kids whose parents can’t take care of them. I really like the idea of the initiative and admire the two young people’s courage and will to be creators of positive change. Moreover, I am myself rediscovering bicycling right now so this was right on the spot of what I am interested in. I am afraid the link to the event is only in Bulgarian but you can read more about the organization SOS Children’s villages here and find out how you could help if you are interested in what they do.

Now, to get to the request of the blog chain – my best childhood memory. I can’t separate a single moment that I can say is the one but a sequence of happy times at a particular place. Every summer when I was little I used to spend a month or so at my grandparents’ (my mom’s parents’) house in the countryside. It was a month or so of long sunny days filled with adventures, new discoveries, freedom and unforgettable memories. I was almost all the time together with my younger brother and our distant relatives, exploring every corner and interesting place in the village, trying out any new games and activities we could think of, from fishing and building houses from branches and leaves to racing down the hill with our own hand-made carts or starting epic plum fights. We were often out in the village all day with just a short stop at somebody’s house to eat a quick lunch before we continued our play. I remember fondly the countless sunsets we saw from the field on the top of the hill where we used to sit on big tree trunks tired in the evenings, the exciting trips and sleepovers at my relatives’ other grandparents that lived in the far end of the village and always had something interesting for us, my own grandparents’ house and garden that revealed surprises and treasures to us every day. If I could choose a time that I could go back to in the past it would certainly be those summer times I felt so happy.

Now that I have thought on the topic of childhood memories, I realize how important they are for a person and how much a happy childhood memory can tell about someone. I feel so sad for people who have very few of those and I wish it was possible for everyone to have a carefree and exciting early years. The world would surely be a much better place then.

Now I go and ask my friends about their happy childhood memories. 🙂 Feel free to share or continue the blog chain. It’s for a good cause! 🙂


100 first days

It’s been a few very eventful weeks for me this past month. Not only did I have a birthday, but I also visited a friend in France that I have been wanting to go see for a while, I finished my work, moved to another town and, what was a big step for me, moved in with my boyfriend. So it’s been all about unpacking and fixing our new home these last few days. Since it can be a little overwhelming and not always so smooth to start a life together with someone, I thought I should start a small tradition, a photo album of sorts that will commemorate the happy and exiting moments of our first months. In that way I would be much more focused on the positive things and have them saved for life. I liked the idea of the #100happydays challenge that invites people to post a photo per day of their happy moments on a social network of their choice. That’s why I decided to modify the idea a little and start my own #100firstdays adventure. You can follow it on my Instagram for a glimpse of a 100 happy memories like this first post of our new home.

Our new home #100firstdays

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A dose of culture and history

I had been so long since I was last in Copenhagen and it’s so close that I thought it’s high time I went there again.

I had been dreaming about visiting Glyptoteket ever since I heard about it – an art museum stuffed with sculptures and paintings. It was founded by Carl Jacobsen, a brewing magnate and even the name – Ny Carlsberg Glyptotek shows its affiliation to the brewery industry. After a check of its website it turned out it’s free entry on Sundays so I headed there on a nice sunny Sunday together with my boyfriend.

The first view that greets the visitor is a lucious winter garden that tempts with its green palm trees under a magnificent glass roof. It’s exotic and luxirious and a great rest from the busy city life outside.

Then there are the numerous exhibitions – antiquities from ancient Greece, Rome, the Mediterranean, Egypt. I found those a little overwhelming, especially the many heads (often missing noses, as usual) crowded together but they were in such pretty rooms with marvelous ceilings and floors that it was totally worth it strolling around to check out every place. My favourite was the Egyptian part. Maybe because it’s more exotic to me than the rest, or maybe because they had such cool things as Anubis and real mummies and sarcophagi instead of endless variations of faces. I particularly enjoyed the small cat sculptures (the cat was a sacred animal in ancient Egypt). There were also a lot of cute objects and little figures from different historical periods.

Next was the impressive French art collection. There were paintings from Manet, Monet, van Gogh, Cézanne, Pissaro, Renoir, a few of Degas’s ballerinas and some sculptures, and an impressive number of Gauguin’s works (I somehow missed Rodin’s sculpture unfortunately). There was even one Picasso painting from his more moderate period.

Having admired those, we climbed a staircase under magical painted glass windows and moved on to the Danish art. I must say I really liked quite a few of the paintings. It was great to be able to glimpse into the Danish world some hundred years ago and see some typical things like those faces of Danish men that seemed so characteristic to me for some reason.

And then suddenly it was over. We had seen everything or as much as a person can see for a couple of hours in a museum full of treasures. If only I lived in Copenhagen and had the possibility to visit the place every Sunday…

But since it was a nice sunny day it was time to go out and walk around the city a little. First we looked for a place to have lunch and had some yummy sandwiches. Then we walked around the main streets to Nyhavn and we had coffee (and tea for me) at a small hidden cafe.

NyhavnWe had also decided to visit the National museum of Denmark so we headed that way after the coffee break. It is a great place full of history! There were my favourite treasures, jewellery, typical clothing, swords from Denmark’s past, but it also had a lot of things from the near past, artifacts from around the world and even a toy museum. We were a bit tired already so we saw everything quickly with tiny foot breaks in between. The collections were so formidably well stocked that we absorbed what we could and finally gave up and stopped torturing our feet.

After a short pause on a bench near the Copenhagen lakes where it was unfortunately a bit windy and not so sunny anymore (it was getting late after all) it was time to head back to Sweden. We walked back to the train station and took the train to home sweet home.

The Copenhagen train stationCopenhagen was as charming as always and this trip only made me love the city a little bit more.




I have heard and read a lot on what Swedes are like during my 2.5 years here. Talking about Swedishness at school for the past two weeks made me think extra much on what does that mean.

The usual stereotypical image of a liberated (in a lot of aspects) country full of pretty happy blond people comes up over and over again. Swedes are also often described as distanced and uncommunicative. The image of Swedes waiting for the bus far away from each other has been a big hit on the Internet:

Swedes waiting for the bus at a bus stop


There are often also funny accompanying descriptions of foreigners’ dismay at this Swedish peculiarity.

Furthermore, Swedes reportedly don’t talk to unfamiliar people on the bus/train/bus stop/queue or at any other public places. It is considered a big no no to intrude into the other person’s space in such a way. All in all, Swedes are quiet people that can’t be seen talking loud/shouting/screaming or making other loud noises.

Well, I must say that although some of the above mentioned things do seem to be true, quite a few don’t really match my humble experience.

First of all, the myth about the blond… I have met Swedes that come in all shapes and colors. I still remember one of my first days when I asked an Asian-looking girl where she was from assuming that she came from somewhere else and she looked at me and answered: “From Sweden”. After that I have tried to keep my mind open and it has helped me avoid other embarrassing situations. And it might just be the case that there are indeed a lot of blond people around but quite a lot of them actually dye their hair blond/blonder, as I have discovered.

I must however admit that the myth about the bus stop waiting is somehow true – people try to avoid crowding at the same place and usually keep a distance while waiting that even the cold doesn’t erase (but the rain might – then I’ve seen people huddled together under the bus stop roof and luckily it rains enough in Sweden to make the people seem less distanced). One thing I don’t completely agree is that Swedes don’t talk with complete strangers – I have been talked to at bus stops, the train, queues, even in the elevator. I also often exchange “Hello” with strangers at my neighbourhood or when walking in the nearby forest/field. However, I have never engaged in a conversation on the city bus – that seems to be the only place so far where socializing is really frowned upon.

One possible explanation to why my experience differs from the general description of the Swede might actually be the fact that I have been living only in southern Sweden where the people are reportedly more friendly and communicative. When talking to a few representatives of more northern regions of the country they admitted that where they come from it is not so common to greet and talk to strangers. Maybe it is the same as the division Northern – Southern Europe where the north is calm and quiet and the south is more easily excited and louder.

However, there is one occasion on which I always see Swedes become agitated and loud. It’s sports competitions. Try watching a football or a hockey game with a Swede and you’ll see what I mean pretty fast. It is like a magical transformation and the distance and coldness disappear to make room for intense cheering. I was pretty amazed to discover that on my first (and so far only) live hockey game. Even the small kids were very involved in the game and it felt like a completely different place with everyone shouting and jumping at their seats.

Last but not least, I feel like I need to bring up one more peculiarity – dating in Sweden. Or the lack of it as this post suggests. When I read through the text it felt as if the author had opened my brain and taken all my experience to put it down on his blog. It’s not like Swedes can’t be romantic – I’ve had the occasional picnic,rose bouquet and candle-lit room. But girls, don’t expect a Swede to carry your bags, open the door for you or pay your bill (some major differences I experienced as a spoiled Eastern European). We are all equal here. 😉 So more often than not you will be the one doing the above mentioned things. Except for the bill thing – here it’s a big deal that everyone splits it in one way or another.

If that hasn’t scared you, I can assure you that Sweden is a wonderful country with great people once you get to know them. Just start from the south. 😉

Filling in the blanks

I have lived in Helsingborg for more than 1 year now but there are still places I haven’t visited and things I didn’t know.

For example, I ride with the bus every day past a building quite close to the neighbourhood where I live. All this time I kept thinking it was a small castle – it has something like a crown on top, a park around and a suitable name on the map. When I finally went to explore it a couple of weeks ago, imagine my surprise, I discovered that it is actually a crematorium. It is surrounded by water and offers some beautiful views but it is just a little creepy to walk around it knowing what it is. And the park around it turned out to be a cemetery with flocks of crows flying above it like in a Hitchcock movie. There went the romantic walk I had dragged my boyfriend to. 😀 However, there was a corner with a door and a lot of creeping plants that looked just like taken out of the Sleeping beauty story. Really magical!

The second place I finally explored was less creepy and more sightseeing-delighting. It is the Ramlösa park where the famous bubble water comes from. Okay, not exactly in the park but under it and then it is transported underground to a factory some kilometers away. It is a really nice little park to walk along even in a cold day as we did. There is a stream that goes through winding along the trees and a couple of paths offering different views. The first thing that greeted us when we entered the park from the northern entrance was a big flock of ducks crowded around the feeding place. Then we walked around the park and got to see where the spring lies under the ground, another spring and some preserved old buildings above the park that used to be a hotel, a bath and some more other things connected to bathing resorts, but are now used as residential places.

Now I can rest assured that I have seen almost everything worth visiting in town. It has taken me quite some time but I am finally happy with my exploring pursuits. Or did I miss something again? 🙂