A Scandanavian Christmas

Killing time at the Stockholm Airport. The chairs are ideal for napping: they are basically an extended padded bench, with no awkward armrests getting in the way of full horizontal relaxation. Unfortunately I am not taking advantage of this napping situation because I am trying to stay awake for a couple more hours in an attempt to lessen the 9 hour time gap. Why must Vancouver be soooo far?
I was in Stockholm for the past week staying with my good friend N’s cousins, and celebrating Christmas Scandinavian style. Some highlights include:
1. Lots and lots of snow everywhere! Some little cousins came over on Christmas eve, and while I could not communicate with them we took them sledding and it was pretty fun. (Until an ankle was twisted)


2. Learning how to make many the Swedish dish, which bizarrely was often ball shaped – meatballs, chocoballs…My favorite was this holiday candy that kind of tasted like caramel and had chunks of crushed almonds.














3. Christmas itself – there where many traditions I would not mind bringing back to Canada. My favorites where putting rhyming riddles on all the presents and singing a song and taking a shot before every course of the meal.
4. Realizing that as a Vancouverite I should REALLY know who the Sedin twins are, especially if I wanted to explain to new Swedes where I lived.
5. A Swedish Christmas day party in a mall (the bar was extended out for special occasions – picture a dance floor up against an H&M window). This involved me and N getting bitten on the shoulder (???), a constant stream of 90’s pop favorites such as Hanson and the spice girls and getting party boy-ed by a lot of high-spirited blondes. I was also told that I “could pass for Scandinavian, which is a good thing”. I replied this comment with “you could pass for Canadian!” (this was the only male in the place with no gel in his hair, and he was wearing plaid). His retort? “Oh no!”
In conclusion, it was a very good trip. While being incredibly cold, it was really nice to stay with a big family after 4 months of living on my own. Stockholm is also a really cool city – it is entirely composed of Islands, which I had heard before but couln’t really grasp until I actually saw it. I wouldn’t mind going back in summer though, to see what its like when daylight lingers past 3pm.

boxes

I forgot how much I love mandarin oranges. Not only is peeling them in once piece the most satisfying feeling in the world, the fruit itself is delicious. And there is something about natures neat little compartmentalization that really gets me. Compartmentalization. A friend here told me that was the best way to deal with conflicting emotional issues: put things into different mental boxes instead of trying to attack everything at once. However, while I much rather eat neat little mandarin half moons then deal with the messiness of a whole orange, I can’t say I agree that compartmentalization is the way to go. This does not make all that much sense, but its something I have been thinking about a lot lately. While dealing with everything at once can be overwhelming, sometimes it is the best way because once you actually deal with the issue it is done, instead of being stuck with lots of unopened boxes. And speaking of unopened boxes, my moving attempt is failing at the moment. I am leaving for Stockholm tomorrow morning and am not quite packed, nor have I yet cleaned out my apartment. I think I am so reluctant to pack up because while I am very excited to live in a new neighborhood with an awesome roommate, I am going to miss my place very much. The reason I am going to miss my apartment so much is because it was the crash pad for many of my good friends who will not be joining me at school come January. Which is quite triste (Sorry had to through in a French word somewhere). HOWEVER, while I am sad that they are going, my first term here has been made pretty amazing by their presence. I am excited that these friendships do not need to go into compartments that will never be reopened, because many of them live in Europe so I will be visiting them next term, and as for the Americans, I have a feelings things will work themselves out. STOCKHOLM TOMORROW! My first northern European experience.

Education.

Things I have learned from my stay so far

1. How to be a pro metro rider
2. Stop for cars. They won’t stop for you
3. There are way many more kind strangers out there then you would think
4. Jewish history
5. Don’t walk around at night alone as a girl in an area you don’t know
6. The art of eating a pain au chocolate while walking without coating yourself in crumbs – and then if you are eating in public, guarantee a stranger will tell you “bon apetit”
7. The best crepes are made fresh: don’t settle for the precooked stuff
8. Elevators are a luxury, not given. Never a given
9. Cuing up is a cultural conception
10. It is possible to look good all the time, just difficult to master
11. First impressions are rarely accurate
12. In most of my classes, the teacher is always right.
13. Pierre Herme macaroons are the uncontested winner.
14. Chile’s political history
15. You are never too old to bike to work
16. You can never have too much wine
17. Or too much cheese
18. Or too much baguette
19. There is a big difference between being able to speak a language in a classroom and in a social situation
20. That 4 months is not nearly enough time here, but it is enough time to make amazing friends
21. NEVER address a distinguished old man as “tu”
22. Strikes happen. A lot.
23. Don't every try to look as effortlessly put together, waif-like, or naturally intimidating as french girls. it is impossible for us north americans. so is walking on icy cobbled streets in high heels (courtesy of Sarah)
24. Don’t tip
25. How to ignore the smell of urine
26. The men that try to talk to you on the streets are not the ones you want to talk to
27. Try as you might, you can’t prepare to be completely unprepared
28. Even the French don’t quite understand the Bureaucracy
29. You will never be the only person drinking in public
30. Eating as an art form
31. If you don’t have exact change at the boulangerie, tabac, grocery store, whatever – expect to be SCORNED and MOCKED
32. Don’t fly with Ryanair – it is not a better deal
33. Writing group papers are kind of fun
34. It is possible to find a new street / cool shop/ amazing area EVERYTIME you go for a walk
35. that I LOVE PARIS

Countdowns

2 days until my last essay.

4 days left of first term.

7 days left of my lovely apartment.

One week until Stockholm.

Two weeks until Vancouver.


CAN'T BELIEVE HOW FAST IT ALL GOES BY